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Summer colour

Thinking about that summer heat

Brings me back

To when

 

You were present in my world,

Not yet dragged to another

For your premature slumber.

 

I crave your fire

Your fury.

I want to see orange

So I wake up early to

Catch the day crawl in and

I hold hands with the auburn air.

Pretend you're there. 

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Martin Elder

Mon 12th Nov 2018 08:21

I particularly love the last stanza which I feel could probably stand as a poem in its own right.

Love it Clara

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Douglas MacGowan

Sun 11th Nov 2018 23:48

A good description of the ache of losing a person.

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