Thought I’d share one of those 4 a.m. poems. I’ll let you figure out what its about, but damn!
Spring Girl
Spring is a place to live so free
The fields of gold, the hurting tree
The spec of a girl with eyes blue as the sea
Summer sun burns so unfair
Words and snickers also there
The spring girl with the burnt brown hair
Fall drops pain from its fingertips
Shunning and bruising wicked tricks
The spring girl with the rosy pink lips
Winter shatters and freezes out sin
People are cruel again and again
The spring girl with the pasty pale skin
A season turns like a wily fox
Laugh at your joke, throw your rocks
Stare at the spring girl in the pretty wood box
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Tania L Ramos, RN, Author
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