Facing east
The color of the crowd was
Red
holiday
We wore the same shoes
Only a few strands of your hair moved
When you changed your mind to
See the setting sun
As she shone with pride
in November
Facing east
The color of the crowd was
Red
holiday
We wore the same shoes
Only a few strands of your hair moved
When you changed your mind to
See the setting sun
As she shone with pride
in November
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
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No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
November 17, 2012 at 6:05 pm
That’s so perfect!
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November 17, 2012 at 7:40 pm
Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and commenting. I am so glad you enjoyed this poem. Best. B Elizabeth ns
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November 23, 2012 at 10:45 am
Beautiful poem, Brandy.
groetjes,
Francina
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November 24, 2012 at 9:06 am
Thank you Francina, for stopping by to read and for your nice comment. B Elizabeth NS
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