- Non-Erotic Poetry
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Click hereVagrant winds stumble
over leaves
on vacant streets.
I stand, my hands empty,
listening
to the twilight
that exists
between street lamps,
hoping that the image
of what I once was
might return.
This poem was edited with the help of twelveoone. Thank you for the time and patience you showed me.
- COMMENTS
RhymeFairyover 18 years agoMy Gracious, you have such a way with words. I feel it Hun. You paint and it is felt with each stroke of the words that whisper across the page. Just a wonder to read.
I have to give you a Hug because
... well I just have to OK !! *Grins*
I am most def. a fan of Cymry !!
Also, Thank you too 1201
for bring about your part in this poem.
Just lovely and spoken from the heart, me thinks.
* Roses * for u both~
Anonymousover 18 years agoechoed in my heart as I read this.
Is it true I can't go home again?
Anonymousover 18 years agofine lines ...12 has a magic touch sometime...nice work U 2...blue
twelveooneover 18 years agoas said
"Vagrant winds stumble" is a killer line and it is right up front. Since I didn't do much, I fell OK commenting
