I remember orange
Lights
Sifting through purple
Skies
Where soft, fluffy
Kisses
Painted cheeks bright
Pink
And the gentle
Love
Made in that forbidden
Meadow
'Till summer went and
You
Faded with it
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Summer love is great, as long as September doesn't come around. You have painted a sad/lovely picture about what happens when the fall comes. Thanks for sharing.
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this poem is also wonderful i like the deseciption you have used here, and even though it has the same background as "the Park" it paints a whole different picture in my mind, i love the style you have used with these two new poems of your and even with this one centered nice form and flow, as always keep up the writing, ~Amy
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