Wooden Wedding Poem by Not Long Left
Wooden Wedding
Wind flushed a freshness upon your face
On a rock you stood
Like a mortal with immortal looks
you were my Achilles heal.
Removed from the beating boiling city,
Free of claustrophobic thought
we were leaves swirling on earth.
Hand smooth less tense,
we walked under bowing branches
A wedding walk, of Royal degree
Wooden well wishers with natural confetti.
Wind flushed we rushed into air.
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5/7/2024 8:50:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
an inspired scene, Vincent. I really enjoyed this piece, especially 'Wooden well wishers with natural confetti'. excellent work. -Tailor