Open Poetry #47 |
an innocent letter to the past |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I never saw such long hair before with such a dark tint of innocence waving across her forehead like the gentle breeze against the brush of a curtains skin I had never seen legs that could form such ease as they skated along the curved, chiseled road She had this long stare that could haunt you that left a small boy in his jeans aroused and as she grew, left a colony of men at their knees It is why we live to breathe to be amazed by those around us and her face was unmistakably the shape of not only pure symmetry, but of nostalgia Of a time, when I could remember the sky cross its clouds and dot the sun These chances, so few and far between Never can they be taken for granted For we breathe to be, not just to be |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I think I've seen the past (even mine) through your eyes here, my friend. Much enjoyed. j. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, J. Hopefully it was eventful...I bet it was. Cheers |
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