Since I'm currently taking a poetry class this quarter, I've decided I'm going to post everything I'm working on in and for class just to keep myself accountable to the high standards that the professor expects.
reflection
wrapped in warmth of sunlight
reflected in the fire of her hair.
you can almost hear the salty ocean foam
ebbing along the now unsullied sand.
the scent of island flowers,
over sweet and impure
and too fleeting to last.
like him.
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