by elo69santa cruz, California, USA
Nov 2013 366 Views 3 comments
taste
love is the taste of Autumn's lips
as across a fevered brow it lightly sips
cool as a dream of rain
slowly washing memories of pain
tell eyes are clear as bright
seeing everything with new sight
for the earth will speak in color
as across a fevered brow it lightly sips
cool as a dream of rain
slowly washing memories of pain
tell eyes are clear as bright
seeing everything with new sight
for the earth will speak in color
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Posted: Nov 2013
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Comments (3)
there was a light snow here today, in
the early morning hours
ty for sharing your write, taste
it's another beauty elo,
Rob