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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They sat along the cusp of fall where the leaves changed colors with such rustic fervor they held the templates of the ground together until the winter came from around the corner She had a long heart, so hollow her father, Irish soul, Perished with the fog overlooking the Eastern corner where the hand of hers became his hand to hold For life itself became the leaves of Fall She loved the small heart the way it held its hand onto his ripen chest The fall had its answer her dress had such an ease the roman candle under her thighs The slow ride of her night For her loved her Love of the fall |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Provocative and poignant... and maybe she is (to paraphrase) just a little bit crazy, like poets or composers, or some of those men in Washington? From the diffused light of December blinks on a Tannenbaum. Shazam! |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The second to last line should read as "he loved her" not "her loved her." Anyway, thanks Easy for the comments. Yea, a little crazy never hurt anyone. Cheers |
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