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A poem a day, Anything that does to mind, Autumn, Day 3, Dream, Fall, Hope, Leaves, Memories, NaPoWriMo, pleasant thoughts, Reality
Hidden from the
blank stares of common eyes
Camouflaged
in the autumnal rustle
of percussive willows
I hear footfalls
curtaining everything
that walked
before or after
The raised hair
at the nape of my neck
– just like when you rolled over
to whisper my name in my ear –
scream to me it’s you
Maybe it’s a dream
– or maybe not –
But I don’t want to find out
I like the standing hair
I like my name whispered in my ear
I like the sound of your name in the leaves
**Written for day 3 of NaPoWriMo… And now it’s just 27 days to go 🙂 **