Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Hover, hover.
Water becoming ice is slowing in
The narrow channels.
Nothing at all will happen here again,
Will ever happen.
Against the sky the willow spreads a fan
The silk's torn off.
Maybe it's better I did not become
Your wife.
Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
What is it? — Dark?
Perhaps! Winter will have occupied us
In the night.
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Beautiful write. You did a great job on it.
I loved the imagery and the name pulled me in. Well, great write, keep it up. Ciao.
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very clever write I enjoyed this very much, well done this style is not easy and you pulled it off so well, the flow of words was great I am just sorry I am out of applause this one would have got mine, keep penning will look forward to your next little gem, have written this one down in my little book called poetic gems, lovely write I found it enchanting and look forward to your next poem,all the best
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