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You Are My Fresh Water

Updated on August 6, 2011

The sun hits me real hard

Like an egg frying itself on a pan full of hot fire

It is the hotness that is blazing my whole body.


Waiting for it to stop

I dream of your ever warm and sweet eyes

to penentrate my whole being.

It is in you that I feel safe without knowing

how, when, or where I am.


You are my fresh water that keeps me cool during

this real hard sunny summer,

It is in your arms that I feel refreshed and awake

like a daisy waking up after a long dreary winter.

I feel new and relieved everytime you come around.

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      Erin Bower 5 years ago from Georgia

      I love your use of imagery. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem; I voted it up and beautiful!

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