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Bitter kisses embellished
with lemon sugar
sashay from clouds,
stopping only to melt
in the mouths of bickering lovers.
II
She offered her palm
to the winter wind
as if she expected
an icy grasp to whisk her
into her favourite fairytale.
III
Eyes reflected;
blue echoing emerald
and green touching
the deep sky;
sentences between
dissimilar tongues.
Author notes
My first vignette series. Be gentle.
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this was beautiful to read, the ending lines were beautiful
overall a beautiful poem
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This is stunning. Beautiful and melancholic and wistful all at the same time. Textured, but sparse, it has a crisp quality -- it never bogs down, if you know what I mean.
Very well done.
Garrison
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Well..you have made your pen a magic tracer which works and brings the images from the nature and metaphors from the life..what a wonderful task you did..well done...
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Very good. I like the second stanza best!
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seperation
should be
separation
other than that, I have no critique.
this is flat out amazing.
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Thanks for spotting that. My clumsy spelling was due to me rushing out after posting the poem...
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