Dry Heat

Like cream silk sheets Sand dunes liter the desert As wrinkles crinkle the sheets Imitating waves -Kel Dayheart

Play Time

You and I, we met time and time again.   You stand tall amongst the crowd.   While I duck behind to startle you.   You and I are meant for more.   So will you come play with me? -Kel Dayheart

Blooming

Sunflowers tower over like soldiers Guardians of the garden Watching over all the little sprouts To make sure they grow To make sure they bloom -Kel Dayheart

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