Missing You
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In the bitter scent of fall,
When the scraping
Down the hall
Of maple stars
Makes me wonder
If the years
Have been good to you.
I truly hope life has not
Disappointed you...
Or made you
Lose your fire
And see October
As a winter prelude,
The mere remnants
Of desire…
The wine-stained dregs
Of lovers
We once were.
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Going into the memory vaults can uncover wonderful vintages. A light touch to your write tonight but lovely essence:)
Hi Pryde - Been missing you lately - an appropriate image btw, of memory to a mellow, aged wine...but then, you are a poet :)
So busy on a novel series, but I did post a little bit of metaphorical philosophy today. Hopefully, I will post a little more in the coming week.
I'll take a look - Good!
Strange love poem! I feel that life is a constant stranger. We miss sometimes unintentionally, we only miss out of habit. Greetings
thanks for your response
Miss you to. @johnjgeddes.
Good art and good writing.
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Thank you!
very nice 👌
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Touchy and relatable. Nice work.
Amazing art... Deep and sweet poem!