Bare Feet
Sun kissing the tops of lilac bushes
Softness of Spring's light opens heart
As pure as daffodil's bloom
Soft as new grass under bare feet
As quickly as softness appeared
Clouds steal the caress
Moment gone so quick
As if lovers passing in the dawn
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-123A)
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