micro poetry
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Sometimes I love you sounds like “I bought ice cream”
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sun rays dye clouds tonight’s palette tangerine Gradient fade to blue
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Inhale Body gliding in warrior flow Exhale frustrations low vibrations Yoga breathes life into you
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The Earth shook shimmied like it was on a stretch break
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Poems are dancers the page, a stage Words, the rhythm Metaphors and similes create movement
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9 pounds of affection Nestled on my chest a soothing serenade
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Dreary gray sky Raindrops dripping off blades of grass But inside, warm hugs
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Cherry blossom tree Peering through the window gently swaying Sprinkles of clouds Chorus of birds
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How are you? Well, I’m not a cat Lying on its back Sleeping Belly exposed soaking up Sun rays
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grateful for the Spring breeze on a Sunday stroll on the boulevard freshly manicured lawns Flowers and robust trees
Yesenia Guerra 