I
Am
The coy love ballad,
Sung on banks of a gushing cascade.
I
Am
The poppy-red cheeks,
A wide brimmed hat on sun-kissed curls.
I
Am
The subtle suppleness,
Of a tango dance in the tawny twilight.
I
Am
The white handkerchief,
The one that was bathed in a strange perfume.
I
Am
The torn love letters,
The ones that fed the hungriest fires.
I
Am
The sharpest thorn,
Hidden in a bunch of yellow roses.
I
Am
The waning hues
Of photographs testing the tides of time
I
Am
The restless soul,
Walking the edges of yester year's grave.
- Amanda Lopez 🥀-
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ALL THOSE I FELT & TOUCHED ; An Anthology
PoetryThis poetry collection explores the theme of "Living & Non Living" and delves into the relationship among humans, objects and the forces of nature. 🙍♀️ 📝🌱
