NPWM Twenty-Four: Me

Unkempt hair flies all around me,
a somber golden color mimicking the summer day.
Freckles on shoulders of prominent collarbones,
Making up the constellations on the surface.
Soft, rich brown eyes scour the forest,
I’m surrounded in fields of green.
Music dances in my head to the rhythm of the breeze,
I am one with the universe, and I wish to please.

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