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february twenty-fifth
by Ava Blu
my cheeks were wind-burned,
wind-kissed
yet never too cold;
i remember thinking(feeling)
my cheeks continuing to blush
when we'd touch.
02/25/2009 Posted on 02/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/25/09 at 05:56 PM I love the wind-burned image. Both of these stanzas are perfec, the first one capturing the scene and the second giving us a snapshot of your thoughts. Wonderful. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/25/09 at 06:07 PM I, too, love the images here. Gotta love the second stanza. I alsoo liked the color- pink (just like a blush) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/25/09 at 06:41 PM ...talk about simplicity...i, too, like the gabester can see "that" wind and your cheek...love the parenthesis on thinking/feeling. the two are so closely entwined we don't know when we are doing which, eh?... |
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