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august twenty-sixth
by Ava Bluthere's a scent in the breeze when you walk in,
dried orchids intermingle with fresh apple cider;
i can't stop from falling,
taking the scent down with me
the look in your eyes reminds me
that the scent is deceiving,
that you're walking out not in,
but i still taste you and i still see what isn't really there.
08/27/2009 Posted on 08/27/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/27/09 at 02:31 PM A beautiful piece of writing. Powerful in its confidence in revealing the little things around us that make those bigger things so important, so critical in our memories. Most people miss these things or fail to capture them in whatever way they hope to. You don't seem to have any trouble with that. The imagery is some of your best in recent times, and that's saying quite a bit. I'm particularly taken with that first stanza. |
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