Challenge WQWWC

#WQWWC – Fantasy!

It’s not a place I can paint

Neither one tainted with hate

Freely I go in and leave, no wait

The breeze blows the leaves in haste

Sea wind rushing through my hair

Alone, yet not. A game so hot

I hear you loud, “it’s not fair!”

Feverish fingers trace hidden spots

I flee, but all it says is “Come with me!

There are places we need to breach.”

It’s a place I exhale and I’m free

As long as you are within arm’s reach!

©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

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