Ugly and faded, it hangs on the bridge at our lake. It sits under the mud covered, blue crescent moon towards the end of the wooden post. Each visit, I stared at it, squinted my eyes in disgust and turned my nose into the air. I was left to ponder their once existing love. Confusion erased my admiration and eagerness to visit our lake. Before I continued down the stone, gray path, I kicked it’s small, heart-shaped, weathered body once, maybe twice, and stomped away. Almost two years later, the remainder of his old, broken affection disappeared. Left is a mark of her that slowly fades away. But added, is a new prosperous love that forever stains.
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Sparkling sunbeams dance in the September air, A kiss from the apricot light warms my soul, The heavens breathe a sweet, aromatic breeze, Amber leaves swirl and sway in timeless rhythms, Tips of dark, flowing hair encircle my small shoulders, Gentle, lazy waters lap the edges of ridged, brown rocks, Reflections of autumn trees paint the emerald lake, Water rippled paths trail behind purple-patched ducks, Swift squirrels prance through tangles of branches, Endless cement paths wind under tree-lined shadows, A rotted, wooden overpass captures an impressed memory, Engraved and hand-crafted, hangs a heart firmly nailed, Symbolic of our commitment and promise of a new life. Posts on Twitter:
#Twitterive: Squirrels hopping all around, chasing one another #Twitterive: Sunny, warm, refreshing, light breeze #Twitterive: Rocks along lake #Twitterive: Rotted wood #Twitterive: he ducks are so beautiful. purple, green, and blue patches. White & brown feathers, orange feet. |
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December 2010
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