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LATE NIGHT

LATE NIGHT

Lauren 
eyes 
 the birth of evening  
transfixed
scenting 
 ocean's 
briny mist
Thunder of waves
tickling  toes  
inspires
delightfully
wetting 
  clothes
 rush of wind   
 from the western sky
Zeppelin clouds  
drifting eye high
  golden Legion
pass sinking sun  
she selfie's  
  her toenails
of Forest Green
 
  
 
    
   

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Tony Taylor

Fantastically creative phrasing dear poet brother!!

        ~ "Zeppelin clouds
             drifting eye high.."

I friggin' LOVE that!!
Always a pleasure to read your work CHRIS!!
Tons-O-Stars!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo ???✴♥♥
      

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Christopher Correia

Forest Green is now my favorite color, didn't you get the memo? lol  I'm super happy you liked it, sweet poetess, thanks for the inspiration you give me,  and in the words of Bob Marley,   'love you plenty much'    

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Christopher Correia

thank you, no more letters for your comment though I'm not a huge fan of the word 'nice' I appreciate all comments though,  and yes  'friend'  is defined as  an attachment with someone due to affection or esteem,  a favored companion,  so in many ways everyone on here are friends, but in reality real relationships of any kind are defined by the individuals involved in the relationships, in poetry  'fantasy' is practiced and even promoted at times but much can be lost in translation crossing over to the real world, it can be a challenging concept to embrace....it's so cool to see  a new poet reading and commenting on my work, thanks again friend, cheers   

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