Safe

Combing through her hair,

Your fingers trip themselves over.

Whispering against your skin-

It rustles; blowing away and falling lower.

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The wind screams against your face,

The idling sunlight writhing through the trees

To cradle you.

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She smiles. Unknowing,

She asks you to stay.

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How foolish.