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Take your time, but hurry up. 
Can’t really explain the taste 
that swells and teams, the syrup. 
So sweet, it filters through my days. 
Follow me into the dimension 
of senses that sift into time 
and ends in surface tension. 
Follow me towards the design. 
Ramble along the bramble trail. 
It could be tasted on the wind 
as though strawberries sail. 
So sweet, the memories grinned. 
Follow me to that place in mind 
which fills one and empties sieves 
into a small hourglass defined. 
Follow me while trees loose leaves. 
Describe the occurrence, if you can. 
As if we were children standing here 
destined to travel to undiscovered lands. 
So sweet, try not to bow or leer. 
Follow me out of this destination 
into the now of your relations 
that is mundane in interpretations. 
Follow me home for salutations. 
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2013
*An exercise beyond the box.
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About Terri Prada

Writer/Poet/Wife/Mother with 3 copyrighted manuscripts: 1 is a Fantasy novel from 1994 (Updated 2013 for Publishing on Amazon/Kindle Direct) and the other 2 are for Volumes I & II in a book of poetry co-authored with aunt, Candace Clawson from 2008 & 2013 (Published also on Amazon/Kindle Direct in Oct 2013). Born in Renton, WA and grew up about 20 miles from where Bob Dylan grew up. Currently working on another volume of poems.

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