Love Letter From the Soul Xli
P,
It is not yet Spring but I can taste the Fall
patterned flights that have made her call
hints of hickory hovering low in the breeze
billowing smoke
from the heat we both breathe
cobblestone courses catered and caressed
deeply in our minds
recoiled and ready
to recall and reminisce
barefoot thru the streets
white with red
hot
white with red
ambient skies blending
mixing moments
bloodshed but no not ours
hours dining on delicacies
delighted in ever emerging sights
the ring, the horns
aplenty
the sun doesn't sleep as you call out
x 7
we trample towards the spring
in destiny's path we plant a summer kiss
and fall back
into time, where simplicity
rules the world
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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