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Can you write a few poetic lines on "summer afternoons" ?
Asked by maya,
16 Apr '11 03:38 pm
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It flutters in my chest like a dove, causing my depressed heart to rise and float on
the wings of your memory..I cherish it, no, there is no anger in it anymore...
Soothing thoughts of me and you stepping and swaying to the beat of a song...
It warms and heals the horrible hurt I've carried for over a year...
peace, pleasant, magnifcent peace resting in the memory of your quiet presence...
lying against the softness of your skin...listening to your stories of the world beyond my ignorant, shuttered life...
I swear, I'm not trying to make you the rebound man...how could I...My marriage is torn beyond repair....
Damn...it does....
feel like the first days of summer, when the heat swells gently, and the nectar of the trees perfumes the air...
The warm promises of night, the kindness of the dark beaming in late molten sunsets coloring the sky... ...more
the wings of your memory..I cherish it, no, there is no anger in it anymore...
Soothing thoughts of me and you stepping and swaying to the beat of a song...
It warms and heals the horrible hurt I've carried for over a year...
peace, pleasant, magnifcent peace resting in the memory of your quiet presence...
lying against the softness of your skin...listening to your stories of the world beyond my ignorant, shuttered life...
I swear, I'm not trying to make you the rebound man...how could I...My marriage is torn beyond repair....
Damn...it does....
feel like the first days of summer, when the heat swells gently, and the nectar of the trees perfumes the air...
The warm promises of night, the kindness of the dark beaming in late molten sunsets coloring the sky... ...more
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Answered by anil garg, 27 Apr '11 04:07 pm
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Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
~Francis Thompson
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll ...more
Answered by mohd yousuf, 16 Apr '11 03:40 pm
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
~Francis Thompson
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll ...more
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Hot Dry
Airless
Sunny Afternoons are Hell like ....:-))
Airless
Sunny Afternoons are Hell like ....:-))
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Answered by anantharaman, 16 Apr '11 06:14 pm
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