When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,
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ah, what memories of my younger days when i thought i was in love.richard lavelle
all I could read is jet fuel can't melt steel beams and 9/11 did bush
Very romantic piece of poetry well graced in metaphoric piece of lines with beautiful rhyme scheme. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.
Now... we are at fall But your poem felt me To feel in June... Your rhymes are music Dancing over my chest... I can't leave your poems Although it's dark Your stanzas Left me forget the clock
claude, love this. a lot of sensitivity and great images.
I love the feeling embedded in the poem.