Nicholas Windle


Summer Of Enchantment. - Poem by Nicholas Windle

Warm evenings have that lazy feel,
As the sun sets upon the day.
An orange ball suspended,
As all cares now swept away.
The exotic smells in the perfumed air,
That lies heavy all around.
Mimosa now that in full bloom,
As its branches drape the ground.
Do you ever look at the sky?
As the stars come out at night.
When you’re held by that someone specials arms,
And don’t want to say goodnight.
Though no spoken word is uttered,
As eyes gaze into eyes
It said there windows to the soul,
Mere feelings can’t disguise.
Love can just be fleeting,
With precious thoughts we steal.
And in that brief encounter,
We know that it’s for real.


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  • (4/18/2008 12:20:00 PM)


    very true, how much a moment can matter. very nice, beautiful poem, alot of good imagery as well (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2008


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