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February
still stuck in February
there are rows of Cedar trees
a hint of fog on every breath
a late winter evening’s chill
my hand reaches out for you
as you take a step back with
a hint of smile on your lips
then you take my hand and
place it gently over your
shoulder and neck
taunting me just enough with
your chocolaty brown eyes and
so you know now where I’m stuck
trying to recreate that evening
in a notepad with some words
then on canvas with a brush
© Perpetual Wanderer
there are rows of Cedar trees
a hint of fog on every breath
a late winter evening’s chill
my hand reaches out for you
as you take a step back with
a hint of smile on your lips
then you take my hand and
place it gently over your
shoulder and neck
taunting me just enough with
your chocolaty brown eyes and
so you know now where I’m stuck
trying to recreate that evening
in a notepad with some words
then on canvas with a brush
© Perpetual Wanderer
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