You comb your hair and let some of the hair fall.
In long sweet brush strokes you comb it all.
Through the strands like therapy,
Is that a smile I see forming?
Yes big boots on pre-breaky preparing.
Motivation in you this morning.
When you lay semisplayed upon the couch.
Watching t.v reading a panflet or a voucher.
It reminds me of the simple beauty you hold,
your enjoyment of small things as strength.
You booting the sunlit pavement pre-midday bold.
Your own heart´s width and length.
Your girlish cackle and apellations eases my grief,
your caress could calm a tree like wind through it´s leaves.
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