QUOTE (Eisa @ Jul 28 17, 17:49 )
I love the beautiful descriptions in this poem.
with cornflower eyes that shone
in heaven’s blue And your lips—
those lips, kissed by the summer
sun—how they glowed in poppy red
as I embraced you with my brush’s strokes.
One thought- L2 might read better as in fields of waving wheat as I feel it is the wheat (not the fields) that are waving?
A poignant ending, but so true. Where would we be without our memories.
A very enjoyable read, Ali.
Thank you, Eira. You are quite correct. It seemed so right the other way around, lol. Well, DUH!