Nov 18
It was twilight when I saw you,
Walking down the little lane.
Your lilac crown tangled in your hair,
Strands blown free by summer winds.
There was naught I could do,
To constrain or refrain,
From gazing at you more than my share,
And so my secret love affair begins.
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Poetry For The Found
PoetryThis is the 2nd part of my 365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions ab...
