“A fevered dream”
Just you and I
[on the beaches where waves crash endlessly]
Remembering the itching feeling
“Your gray hair is lovely”
It began as a tilt-a-whirl
[how we walked on the dirty smelly streets of New York]
A devil’s kiss for the lost
“You were my only love”
To the wind we laughed and
Said those things
This is written in response to the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Prompt!
Beautiful!
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Thank you!!
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Very nice write
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