You are my vintage photograph,where our years stand yellowed and green.
A country swept dewy zephyr you appear,
wonder what you did intervene.
There was a sweep of gold dust here,
I saw the sun's foolhardy preen.
I would sing, but I dont want the pixies to know,
where we hid all that sepia sheen.
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Unfortunately I dont understand poetry....but a beautiful read. Very different and earthy.
Beautiful,
beautiful,
beautiful...
so so so full of beauty that only "beautiful" describes it fully:-)
Beautifully worded with an equally ethereal pic. :) U always have a way with words.
I loved it!! SO beautifully written :)
Guess this is what "weaving words together" means :)
Well penned:)
I would sing, but I dont want the pixies to know,
where we hid all that sepia sheen.
Let the amorphous treasure lay concealed,
May it turn crystalline before 'the clock' robs the queen.
beautiful the way you painted the picture.
red's romance established so beautifully through sepia, golden-brown and hints of green.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
:P
Those olden days are kept in between sheets of cellophane, just to preserve what they have held.
Cheers!
love how the words sing out.
beautiful hai ji :D
take care Cindy
read the post but didnt quite get it:-( it does read very beautifully and I loved how the words rolled in my mouth:-)
Just love the way you ended this.
Very very commendable.
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