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I loved your sunshine on my back

    my first line written
  is easy enough
pure and strong
  emotions flow jauntily
  they come with words
known globally
  the second a twist
    uneasy and tough

this warming light now what I lack

  I was devised
as million times before
    mouthed
with rhymes hackneyed and sore
  again revised

under your nooning warmth
the plains endlessly vast
I weened, "here we stay"
but the shadow we cast
pointed further away
to sooning frost

I am an airy tale
  mid-summer dream
    short, but intense
      stale meme, pretence

looking forward
I missed your goodbye
colourful spectacle
before you left my sky

    I bring along
  with costumed words
a naked truth
    so harsh it hurts
  now soft and smooth
could make a song

no one around
midnight above
forest abound
my steps alone

      I revolve and repeat
    to pronounce and explain
  every ounce of the pain
of unsolved defeat

a lonely stargazer
waiting for Dawn
not to come

  now, you might think
I am a horrid friend
  to break all hope
and scorch the land
  but just you know
I will amend
  and let you have
my happy end

should I feel smitten
amidst December
without your heart-mitten
I'll spur the ember
under feelings frostbitten
and will remember

    my first line written




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Lonsome_Cowboy_DadLonsome_Cowboy_Dad3 months ago

I hope you visit the Great Plains someday Snow. This one is truly lovely.

CeVin_ChienElleCeVin_ChienElleover 3 years ago
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What would a poem say about its poet?

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 3 years ago
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Mentioned in Poetry Recommendations..

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellover 3 years ago
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Love, love *your heart-mitten*!!

AnonymousAnonymousover 3 years ago

I love your mind! The way you think and wrote. 5 stars.

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