day 89

your words are
the darkest of chocolate
i roll them around
with the tip of my tongue

a patch of sun
on a dreary day,
i’ll follow your lead
just paces behind

i rise in expectation
but do not soar
urge to take flight
but time is premature

3.30.17

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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