What I Am Poem by Susan Williams
What I Am
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I'm a mountain rising mysterious on the distant horizon
I'm a valley mist rising mystic above the quiet river
I'm a waterfall falling in tumbles deep and tumultuous
I'm a stream streaming slowly over smooth river stones
I'm a forest wild and primeval dark and deep
I'm a prairie waving golden in the wind
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But mostly
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I'm the lips of moonlight on your face
I'm the fingers of cool night breezes playing in your hair
I'm the sun rising in your early morning blue eyes
I'm the sun setting fire at the end of your day
I'm the thought wandering through your mind
I'm the memory haunting your dreams
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~~~~~~~~~~©December 2021, Susan Williams
Susan, You seem to have 'worn a l ot of hats'! ! I really think you have a Multiple-personality Disorder! ! ! See a shrink; I DO HAVE a license, but you'll have come to my office in Sri Lanka. : ) Dr. Bri, at your service.
But mostly. I'm the lips of moonlight on your face I'm the fingers of cool night breezes playing in your hair I'm the sun rising in your early morning blue eyes
I am pleased that you found beauty and inspiration in this, my dear poetess
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5/22/2024 4:06:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the beauty of this came through loud and clear Bravo!
LeeAnn, you know how to encourage a fellow poet, my dear! ! ! Thank you! ! !
thank you so very much for these kind words