Rusted leaves floated to the earth.
With every breeze one after another
silently added to the music.
Rich, hot, disgustingly sweet,
thick apple cider.
Light warm smell of the
decaying flowers.
Subtle slashing chill
grabbing at every sense.
Lush golden magic hanging
heavy in the air.
Constricting and liberating.
Heat. Pure heat.
A November day at the beach.
A domesticated palm in
a parking lot.
Nothing between you and
the light blue sky.
The yellow sun surrounds,
suffocates you.
In this clarity I see you,
through a memory, I know you.
In your touch, I feel
autumn.
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Hm. As far as the poem goes, it was beautifully done....as far as the connection to the relationship.....seems you're being faced with change, and while it excites you, you're not entirely comfortable with it, given things like "suffocates", "constricting and liberating". Conflicting emotions perhaps?
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i can picture everything you put into here, i really do like it theres something about it,idk,its just good.
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You have a good thing going with this poem, you are great at imagery. I loved the emotions that you have portrayed here.
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