A beautiful, bright, summer morning,
Silver clouds rippling in blue elysium;
A gust of fresh wind ruffled my sleeves.
On my desk, I set a cup of chamomile tea
Sweeter than any fragrance could ever be..
Yet the bouquet of old books infiltrate me;
And then, I was reminded of your kiss last night
Redolent of coffee, vanilla and cinnamon
Drugged, I relived the reminiscence - a poetry in motion.
Now I'd like to take
A few more of your moments
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ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Interludes
ŞiirHighest ranking - #7 in sonnet. Musings that escape, in myriad, untouched by mundane grime Cascade onward, whatever space or time. Interludes of such mortal mind Forge a rippling river of rhythm and rhyme, Words etched by the shades of dark, puffe...
