Open Poetry #50 |
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Impressions from fumes |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
The tired fogs rise from Dan Francisco, White as electric filaments, In one night, still weary, The fog threatens us The lights are hanging, To extreme feelings Like the horns of a bull, Must our loves go away For us to regret them? [This message has been edited by 2islander2 (01-05-2021 09:47 AM).] |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Unfortunately, sometimes they must. Sighing at this. Your scene is sad but soft and dreamlike. Enjoyed! "I know this love will tear me to pieces |
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