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second path of winter
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second path of winter |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She was a bit uncharacteristic To the moons light The same way a man canÕt see whatÕs behind his eyes So he grabs a flashlight to see whatÕs there. I watched atop the twelve-story building The white paint on the ledge a bit chipped With pigeons to the left of me circling for food Her dress matched The blue sea tiles Where she use to Prance along the sand With her toes Saying hello to the jellyfish of the water. I watched her skin Divide the road into two. One to an endless path Another to a forest of trees that called you by your first name As if their roots Had known you Since the day you were born. A place where your hips told the margins of the forest to wait until autumn, Like the children of the snow When their mothers use to spell their name through the cold Minute by minute With their nurturing hands, Slowly waving them in, Until autumn finally arrived. |
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The_Doctors_Angel_32 Member
since 2011-01-14
Posts 337Florida, USA |
This is an awesome poem. I like poems that make me think. I truly enjoyed the read!!!  When the family is together, the soul is at peace - Russian Proverb |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Happy you enjoyed Doctor. Hope all is well Cheers |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
an intriguing poem...i especially love you ending...very nice work! There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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