Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Crimson. Comments

Rating: 5.0

Crimson was the color of the dress you wore,
the night we danced, out on the square;
the moon was glowing in the sky,
the breeze caressed your auburn hair.
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dave lessard
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Lorraine Colon 03 August 2016

Memories of an evening dancing with your loved one in your arms unfold in this sweet love poem. A crimson dress, and the wind ruffling her hair - just simple things, yet so significant and impossible to forget because of the love you share. Very nice, Dave.

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Mac Adrone Adonay 02 August 2016

what a good write my friend.

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Gajanan Mishra 02 August 2016

but love to share, I like it.

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