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SHE From: The Chronicles of a Lover, (Thinking of Diane)
She is the silent blowing of cold Air on my face in a hot desert plain.
She is the sound of the ocean In a sea shell.
She is the soft intimate touch Of the sunshine on my skin.
She is a smile.
She is the first kiss Of two passion drunk lovers.
She is the peace That makes me be still.
She is order In my mind of chaos.
She is epic.
She is my Muse, Giving me passionate to create art.
She is white sands and ocean beach In my dry flat Kansas.
She is the smell of spring.
She is the Sacred melody that I Cannot quite put words to.
She is a much needed quiet Drive through the county.
She is home
She is
Yes, She is
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Contact Samuel Connelly 316.640.8229 Obviously I sell most of my writings, so I don't give the best stuff online, however, I am not opposed to handing out a few morsels and other tasty treats, so feel free to sample some of my stuff that has been published in either literary magazines, online, or in writing contests. Other Poems by SamTheWriter
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