you should have tired of this place,
but it sticks like wild honey
gets all over and soaks into your skin,
slips down your throat to slow speech;
slurs, heals, suffocates,
drags you down into its red clay soil
North Carolina
you should have tired of this place,
but it sticks like wild honey
gets all over and soaks into your skin,
slips down your throat to slow speech;
slurs, heals, suffocates,
drags you down into its red clay soil
Disturbed Shepherdess 
Asheville
And the surrounding ridges, azure blue
They have cemented themselves in
My soul
My heart
My lungs
Burn for the calming sensation of
Fresh air born of
Ancient, towering pines
The deepest of misted valleys
Monolithic mountain passes
Open skies
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Beautiful, thank you for the poem response!
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You are very welcome. Thank you for taking my mind back to the beauty that is Asheville and the Blue Ridge.
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The longer I live in North Carolina, the more I fall in love with it. This is a beautiful description.
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Thanks! I live over the border in VA, but the poem was specifically about emotions I’ve had being in NC.
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You’re welcome. Ah, okay. Understood.
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