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i love the quiet blush
of the sunset on
the lake;
gentle waves lapping at your
toes like minnows.
sitting on the dock
with the willow trees
around us,
the wind sighing and
content as a smile.
there are some moments
i wish i could stop,
pause and revisit
again and again
and again and again.
because even though the world
around us teemed with beauty,
i could only see the radiance
of your smile
on that last day of summer.
of the sunset on
the lake;
gentle waves lapping at your
toes like minnows.
sitting on the dock
with the willow trees
around us,
the wind sighing and
content as a smile.
there are some moments
i wish i could stop,
pause and revisit
again and again
because even though the world
around us teemed with beauty,
i could only see the radiance
of your smile
on that last day of summer.
Literature
reality?
You want me to save
The person you all see;
I'm dying to save
The girl I'll never be.
Literature
December Rain
Through mist, through my eyes, I see I am blind
my soul hath no knowledge, heart hath no sight
through my ears the wind blows, cold as the night
deafening me to the sounds of my mind
The sun, his face shining, mocks me with light
his bright severe finger pointing at me
illuminates things I can't bear to see
nowhere to hide, I am faced with my plight
But rain falls, empathic, drowning my cry
her icy chill numbs me so I cannot
feel memories of a heart so distraught
thus consoling me with tears from the sky
And if the rain cannot drown my sorrow
She will cry with me until the morrow
Copyright 2010 Julia Rain Jeys Wellman. All Right
Literature
The reason why
She fell in love with him for the same
reason that the sky above your head is blue and that
the grass beneath your feet is green and how everyone
knows that bubbles are too fragile to catch.
She fell in love with him for reasons that she will
never really know the answers to.
He made love to her for the same
reason that boys pee standing up and that the telephone
was invented and that man decided he wanted to walk
on the moon.
He made love to her because he knew he could.
She lied to him for the same
reason that mothers tell their children that Santa Claus
and the Tooth Fairy are real and that if you don't eat
all your
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Cafuné; verb; Brazilian Portuguese – “The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.”
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Amazing piece of work. 
I like the way the verses feel like the little waves.
Just one thing: cafuné is a substantive, not a verb, even being an action.
I like the way the verses feel like the little waves.
Just one thing: cafuné is a substantive, not a verb, even being an action.