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by Skyler Dec 11, 2015 category : Love, romance / lost love
Painting indigo on eyes That bring the starlight 'round reprised See for me on Saturday She has a hand to hold Strolling idly in the grass plucking violets to the last See for me on Sunday She wears a coat to stay the cold Lush lips mouthing charming words Blushing red at what she heard See for me on Monday She still has dimples on her cheeks Leaves that crunch in eager stride The orange of autumn leaves outside See for me on Tuesday You hear the laughter when she speaks On clearer days her grin is bright Made stunning, clear by yellow light See for me on Wednesday She looks on things that make her glad The deepest green in pools of jade The depth can make a man afraid See for me on Thursday Those deep green eyes are never sad Beneath blue skies I feel so small Does she remember me at all See for me on Friday That she doesn't hear my name
by Ben Pickard
Skyler, This is another wonderful and refreshing poem from you here. The content's imagery is fantastic and effortless and the rhyme scheme you have employed here is clever and not too often seen on here. Well done and all the very best, Ben