Walking lonely ,
London, coldness covering , filling me
rain drops falling ,
caressing my face
cooling a bit of its fire
cooling a lot of its desire
dry, dead leaves
kept falling onto my toes,
without too much noise
just, like my days
that kept falling too
I took a leaf from the ground
touched it gently ,
held it tight
put it back in my coat's pocket
I Will not let my days slip from my hands like dry leaves
I entered A shop
where Evening gowns, dresses filling the whole place
I choose
red Dress , ,Boots and
Fur
Its Christmas ,and
I will celebrate it
in my new Red Dress
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Written December 15th, 2004
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Thanks Sherlook
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Nice poem captures the feelings and essence of the season. I especially like that first verse with the "rain drops falling
caressing my face cooling a bit of its fire some of its desire" which I thought was exceptionally descriptive and vivid.
Excellent job.
Sherlock
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Holy Moly sis...this color combo challenges these poor
old eyes...lol...but anywho...
Love the picture it paints. We are lucky in a way for
all the leaves fall almost at once on the tree but
our drift more slowly away, even tho they do go way to
fast for me.
I loved the picking up leaf part, for it is symbolic of
keeping a memory and memories are all we really have in
the end aren't they...
Hugs...Eddy -
Painting and words are mine
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