The fire of her hair is drenched
(With morning dew)
One jewel-bright eye
(I think it’s blue)
Peeks at me

Makes me free
(Well, how ‘bout you?)
Glad to fall or fly
(It’s worth the view)
The longing of my soul quenched.

–Jason Diederich, 2013, all rights reserved

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Correctional Officer, Martial Artist, Firearms Instructor, Digital Artist, Published Poet, Retired Military, Constitutional Conservative, Christian (Anglican) B. S. Multidisciplinary Studies, summa cum laude

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