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Another Autumn Blown Away by Cold
You make us all nostalgic
autumns come and go
like magic
regularly
I recall those days of my beauty
when to meet you in autumn
was our profound duty
in the parks guessing
which one now
leaves have shed
all have your poetry read
now see all distant parks
dogs still bark
(hark)
dear Londoner
where thou art
my one time mentor
don't fall apart
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
ONLY AUTUMNS GIVE HOPE IN LIFE THEY ONLY COME BY IN DIFFERENT STYLE
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Comments
Candlewitch
Sun, 2022-02-27 10:56
dear Lovedly,
from this poem, I understand you are missing someone, who was very close to you. I get the feeling that this person is beyond our mundane world of today. I am so sorry.
*love & hugs, Cat
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lovedly
Sun, 2022-02-27 21:39
No not really it was a comment on lovers poetry
but also we lost a friend we knew for 70 years this last month
so it matches it may be
thanks Cats
Candlewitch
Mon, 2022-02-28 10:56
was it perchance,
Sparrow?
*hugs, Cat
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lovedly
Mon, 2022-02-28 11:12
Difficult to recall
Shall get back if I recall Cats thanks
Candlewitch
Mon, 2022-02-28 11:17
Jess Taper (or Tapper)?
he was a very good friend to me and he helped make me a better poet and person. I miss him terribly and love him.
*hugs, Cat
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lovedly
Mon, 2022-02-28 15:04
jess was an aussie
he always kicked me like a football
before he died said lovedly I liked football finally
he made a poet out of me