Shayna Aviva, for a pretty spring...

scavenging for wood one finds
at night beside the sea,
a ribbon from her hair that binds
the sailor's heart in me.

where waves upon the shoreline break
her memory shall a lifetime take
unless that ribbon I can snare
lightly, from her chocolate hair,
and untie the curl of one kind girl,
one passion's pasture weed
who paints her love in my mural
as so of me in need.

and the ribbon in her hair fell free
to bind in love the heart of me.

                                                r summers
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