Tag: poetry
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Souvenirs
A poem It’s fall outside, of orange and redthere’s a chill on the airwinter’s biting at my front doorand I’ve plunged into despair The sun is setting, the wind’s suspendingon the golden horizonthe leaves crunch to my earsthe colors are souvenirsand they’re saying ‘come home son’ This is the lifethis is the listeningof words we…
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for you, Blue, wherever you are…
A poem Hidden smiles beneath furtive glancesa fluttering heart stops any advancesfor fear of reveal The world is small today’cause you’re the center of mine“beautiful” doesn’t do you justiceand that terrifies meyour soft eyes define mine The world is yours today’cause you have what I haveyou are what I have Your deft approachshuts me downsends…
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