memories are like sepia footprints trailing off
on those time polished cobblestone streets
lovers met by the bronze tiered fountain
leaning into the pool of silver moonlight
as the water cascading down
like a mermaid dress
she managed to shy away from his loving gaze
but the orange moon hung on the inky sky
turned her burning cheeks into a charred smile
left her pearly teeth echo the downpour of moonbeams
how many raw passion first kisses
how many lovers’ embrace
how many heartbreak stories
witnessed by the moonlit streets
Truly, fabulous. Wonderful imagery 😊
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Thank you Sean!
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Love the “water cascading down / like a mermaid dress” Great stuff!
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Thanks! 😁
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Beautifully done!!! ♥️
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Thank you!
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A beautiful poem!!! I just love how well imagined it is. It’s beautiful ❤️
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Thank you!
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The mysteries the streets could tell. Beautifully painted words.
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Thank you R!
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Awesome perspective. The things that can’t speak seem to know and seen the most.
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The silent witness.
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Yeah. Exactly that.
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This is gorgeous Cassa. ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you Gabriela 💚
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My pleasure sweetheart 💕💕💕
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