I walk our path through Rowan Trees,
my mind awhirl with memories.
Love grew when springtime rosebuds turned
to summer blooms. Our passions burned
as romance echoed symphonies
in synchronizing melodies.
Then autumn blew a cooling breeze
which slowed our pace, yet we returned
to walk our path.
As winter came with frigid freeze,
you played discordant harmonies
and inexplicably you spurned
the rhythm of our love; I yearn
to hear your rhapsody’s reprise
and walk our path.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
|Bipedalguy (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, October 31 2006, 11:37 pm|
I love this poem. The choice of words is very beautiful. Great work.
|Capricorn (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, November 4 2006, 12:59 am|
|barb (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, December 3 2006, 11:54 pm|
very nice cap. I love the way your words can describe a feeling.
|capricorn (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, December 4 2006, 12:55 am|
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