It was late spring.
That day I woke
And felt my things
Stare hard at me
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Wearing black is a good approach. Still, you might try chasing the men a bit though instead of waiting any longer. Perhaps they are a bit intimidated by you if it is all up to them. Perhaps they do not feel as though they are in your league. If so, they will fall all over themselves with joy that you pursue them. Confidence is intoxicating.
Dear Julia.. It's the second poem of your I read and realy it's fascinating your poem shows that you are in the way to be the laureate Klimenova
good sense of relaying the mysterious, Julia. a solid offering.
The sense of expectation in this poem is marvelous - - hanging there, right on the edge, waiting!
I like the descriptive language, the sense of expectation, and the quiet sadness. Warmly, Gina.
I like the originality of the thought behind this poem. Nice.
Ahhhhhhhhhh to dream is beautiful. : -))