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Post by augustsky on Nov 8, 2018 17:17:33 GMT -6
The Last Violets~
He brought her violets,
and hugged her legs,
the sun shone soft
upon his small head.
Snatched away..
and the carousel of the dead
plays on..
She tucked violets among
the carnation spray
as it hugged cold bronze,
and placed the triangle-fold
beneath her coat as it started
to rain.
He brings her violets,
and places one in the silver sweep
of her pinned back hair,
they share a knowing smile
and the scent of one tiny bloom
between noses,
as she says "they were a much deeper
purple back then.. when he picked them,
weren't they"..
(c)Augustsky
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Post by QueenFoxy on Nov 8, 2018 22:54:04 GMT -6
This is so sadly beautiful it reached into my heart and sent up a flood of tears. Very deeply emotional.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2018 2:19:06 GMT -6
Wow...Gorgeous and so moving. You got me with this one
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Post by lostineternity99 on Nov 9, 2018 7:00:27 GMT -6
Your memorable poem has deep, enduring emotional impact Sky ...
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 9, 2018 19:46:01 GMT -6
Sad but beautifully-written. What a picture you paint, Sky!
Dan
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 3, 2018 11:31:59 GMT -6
Sky, a melancholy impressionism of enduring beauty and passion. You write them like none other my friend.
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 3, 2018 21:38:17 GMT -6
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Post by augustsky on Dec 6, 2018 19:58:34 GMT -6
Thanks to All..for the wonderful replies & beautiful images.
Hugs..
Sky~
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