Blue...

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Her in her day...

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Randy P. Martin

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Startled by her beauty

Intrigued by her way

I imagined how she would move

In the worst of days

Clouds and coffee and tears, still pure

I desired to imagine her pleasures

And step into her path

Her way set me aside

I felt the sigh and fell into disguise

Pressing sand washed clean...

Revista Indigo

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silent zen star

Web of circling veins

Loosening the reins

Kicking sides to gain speed

And on the road she paved a trail

Her dreams took her far

Worries washed into waves

Pressed sand once rang deep

Salt swept past grains to clear space

Smooth and soft ready to be repressed

She stepped into her footprint

And off she rode far with pumping heart

Head to toe rushing beat

Into the night she kept heat

She lit a fire...

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Patricia Derks

She lit a fire

Melting color down her spine

Falling wax releasing light

She lit a fire

Soft rouge took to her cheekbones

Her smile rose to the mountain top

Quietly yelling out in angry joy

She proclaimed her land

A settler of the exploring types

Last I saw her was in your tone

She left and found no place to go

She left and I have let her go

She lit a fire

There was no choice

All paths lead to one

Skin shattered and crumbled clay

Dripping away flying into smoke

She unveiled the cloak

She lit a fire

But where could that girl have gone?