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Old Flame
Old Flame
Red bandanna of tresses
Tied in a flaming bun
Her hand wave a kite
Rising on spring breeze
To meet and greet
My forever dream
With the sound of her lilt
Born on song wings
Red bandanna of tresses
Tied in a flaming bun
Her hand wave a kite
Rising on spring breeze
To meet and greet
My forever dream
With the sound of her lilt
Born on song wings
Published 20th Mar 2023
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21st Mar 2023 00:30am
[Born of a song of wings]
Wonderful work...
Poem reads like a dream over a dream...
Wonderful work...
Poem reads like a dream over a dream...
21st Mar 2023 00:39am
Cipher_O,
Thank you so much, my friend. This poem was inspired by an encounter with my favorite barista lady at a coffee shop today. Glad you enjoyed it.
John
Thank you so much, my friend. This poem was inspired by an encounter with my favorite barista lady at a coffee shop today. Glad you enjoyed it.
John
Anonymous
21st Mar 2023 2:43am
The "her hand wave a kite" part...dropped me into your poem like I was living it. Trippy but wonderful experience. What incredibly powerful, beautiful words. Wow.
21st Mar 2023 3:26am
Pinkdreams,
Thrilled that you felt this like you were living it. I encountered an old friend in the coffee shop and we exchanged greetings with the enthusiasm of lovers from a past life. It was a wonderful experience that I put here into words. Very glad you enjoyed my friend.
John
Thrilled that you felt this like you were living it. I encountered an old friend in the coffee shop and we exchanged greetings with the enthusiasm of lovers from a past life. It was a wonderful experience that I put here into words. Very glad you enjoyed my friend.
John
