Back in the old little vintage town
You danced carelessly in the fair
They shone so pretty light brown
Sunlight slowly kissed your hair
Little silver bells on your bicycle
Always jingled oh ever so sweetly
As you cycled to wooden coracle
To row away from me so fleetly
Enveloped in a lovely florescence
So softly pungent, it lightly hurts
You colored in their true essence
All those dreamy town outskirts
I daily counted your steps so agile
As you peeked in little flower bed
Those floral crowns oh so fragile
Adorned your cutely round head
I remember all of your soft smiles
While you hummed shy melodies
And here I walked to search miles
For a love-drunk heart's remedies
Wandering in those sunlit streets
This traveler fell for hair so brown
And for a girl who sang soft beats
Back in the old little vintage town
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Author's Note
Listening to Panic Cord by Gabrielle Aplin. ♥♡
I hope you like this poem. *-*
P.S I'm much better now. Thankyou so much for your lovely wishes. :')
Much Love xX
Hazel ^-^
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