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Woman made of leaves.
Rust colored hair with tips frosted of orange and red.
Her light, even in darkness, always being shed.
Skin tones of changing seasons, creeping into view.
Purity filled limbs reaching out for you.
She wanders through a forest, a spirit alone and scared,
searching for the one, in which she knows will care.
Tears of morning dew at times, falling from her saddened eyes.
With dreams of finding her in time, before she withers away and dies.
I find her a little everyday, as I slowly make my way, into a place that
she calls home, reaching to touch me with her soul.
With a brush of her leaves against my skin, a feeling of ecstasy
trapped within. Unleashed by her beauty, soft touch and
with grace, felt only with the purity of her deepest embrace.
