Classic poem of the day
I cannot claim
that it does not
trouble my thoughts—
the sight
of blossoms
that so increase
one's longing
for things of long ago.
Member poem of the day
A request far from simple:
Allow me to look into your eyes
To learn you from their shape, size, color
To be enchanted by their mystery
Her response, a demure "yes"
And I fixed my gaze upon her
Initially, her eyes a simple hazel
Then, like the turning of a kaleidoscope
They became pools of deepest green
And the turning continued
Grey to brownish hue to golden
A magic I’d never seen
Spellbound, I continued my observatio...
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