white picket fence
one way in and one way out
worn wood, homegrown stand
the smile in the crowd
and the danger
of taking things slow,
being too afraid to lose you.
i'd like to think
as you forget everything about this small town
you won't forget me.
whether it's cashmere or linen
it all covers skin that only comes from here.
winds lead us into the meadows
and we dance with the sun
wearing it out, glowing to the ground
sipping lemonade
from lemons of life
while sun rays help us burn into memories
the last summer of us
About the Creator
venice
i still write, you still inspire
based in toronto
*keep an eye out for poet's notes: the story behind the poem*
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Outstanding
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Compelling and original writing
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This was very good. The expression in this poem really came through
This is beautiful. Well done.