bouncing door on whim of the wind
must have been open; broken hinges
light bulb hanging by cord; crack lens
bright lantern to those passing friends
leaves gathering to a pretty mound
sprinkle of yellow covering ground
cobblestone claim, crawling grass win
shrubs reaching out scattered; crane
peeling paint from once luster pane
a candle light glow to almost dim
wandering mind; reading poem
mythical journey; a proud theme
with a gush, murmuring lights bring
kaleidoscope of love came pouring
pausing breath, embracing eyelashes
heaving chest, gentle touching lips
a quick steps of muted tune, keeps
dreams, by watchful eye of the moon
whispers to smiling sun after dawn
Wow man... I really could hear and touch your words...you have a very vivid way to transport us to your way to feel life...
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amazing imagery, bringing the whole atmosphere alive, rich in thought.10