Camp 111

Green grass and sun
smell like you.
Two slippery streams
cold on my feet
remind me of you.
Purple lilacs and green stems
smile like you.
The bees working so hard
dance like you.
The firey morning sun
kisses me like you used to.
The freezing night is gone
just like you.
The coming of Dawn
reminds me of this truth.

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One Response to Camp 111

  1. artshopgirl says:

    Ahh.. I miss camp.

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