I have tatted so many hearts this December
that now I see hearts everywhere.
This morning
the tree
made a heart for me.
Leaving the store,
heart clouds appeared.
They were pink.
And a large heart cloud,
in the night sky,
greeted me
when I took the garbage out.
I am a romantic.
The trees
and the clouds
understand.
And I am loving it.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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