a
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The Writings of Justin Davis

Classical Girl

Classical girl hums along
with the chorus of her life.
Drumming her fingers to the tune
her heart has known since 9.

Thoughts surface through
bright eyes untouched.
Ordinary days painted with
windy kisses...sent
fluttering lips landing on
mine.

Color evaporates under the
mist of her darling sighs.
That smile has killed me
a thousand lives.
Classical girl spins timid yellow circles
arranged over passionate hues.
At 10 thousand feet
morning sun radiates...striving to replicate
her natural presence.

JCD 5.28.00