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Eyes
Autumn mornings,
Foggy grey,
A bittersweet
Sort of day;
Woodsmoke lingers
In the breeze,
And deeply now
I pause to breathe;
The sun rises warm,
The sky clears to blue,
And I miss the grey
That reminds me of you.
Foggy grey,
A bittersweet
Sort of day;
Woodsmoke lingers
In the breeze,
And deeply now
I pause to breathe;
The sun rises warm,
The sky clears to blue,
And I miss the grey
That reminds me of you.
Published 29th Jan 2022
Author's Note
Grey eyes are stunning
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29th Jan 2022 9:39pm
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30th Jan 2022 9:37am
Dear TMW,
I really enjoyed the lovely rhythm and rhyming of this poem. You’ve provided beautiful imagery and very romantically expressed love and admiration.
Great write. H🌷
I really enjoyed the lovely rhythm and rhyming of this poem. You’ve provided beautiful imagery and very romantically expressed love and admiration.
Great write. H🌷
30th Jan 2022 1:15pm
