Leonard Taormina Poet Rhyme

2005

Back when pots were freshly stewing;
Hoping for a beggars feast at a place we all were viewing.
Fairytales with lovers leap a woman’s flowing hair
Flowers written for a love asking love me if you dare.
We gave our words and pledged our heart’s;
We cried for those who hid behind the hedge.
We built ourselves a special place with murals in the park;
And I will always know this place it’s a road that’s cut and marked

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Jay Loveless August 22, 2012 at 10:07 AM I really enjoyed this. I dont remember when I first started writing here. I've taken so many off and put so many on, and lost so many that theres nothing really that could give me a start date. but it is a road we walk and follow, that sometimes leads to a feeling quite like home.

Leonard Taormina August 8, 2012 at 11:32 PM poetrysoup the begining for me 2005