He could hear her singing
Her laughter ringing out
After sharing a bottle of sweet September wine
He could see her, stretched out on a blanket
In the shadow of his '77 Camaro
He smelled her aromatic lilac perfume
And let the tears fall again
A/N: This piece was for a seven-word competition, hence the bold words. On another note, as this poetry collection reaches 50 poems, I am thinking of starting another book dedicated to my poetry. Do you think starting a new collection is a good idea or not? I want to know what you guys think.
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ramblings
Poetryto be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly writ...
