Love Poem: Calls To the Meadow
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Written by: Tim Smith

Calls To the Meadow

Yellow tips of comfort     
eye a corner of my sky   
    
Should be  holding on   
soft skin caresses of sun   
coming round once again   
    
Dipped toes in quiet waters   
drenched afternoon delight   
swans sit still  watching   
stallions  running home   
    
Honeydew dreams  drifting   
arms wrapped    all around   
wild visions flap in the breeze   
    
Listen   calls to the meadow   
come to me and fill her need