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Mar 16, 2025
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Window to Young Love
Through the windows of my soul
I dream a world long dead,
A world of innocence now lost,
Memories trapped inside my head.
I see them now as raindrops fall,
Tears on the pane as twilight creeps.
My mind drifts back to girls I loved,
I see, I smile and gently weep.
As darkness falls on winter’s edge,
Leaves kiss the bough farewell,
My thoughts caress the girls I knew
Strong youth with passion swelled.
Francis, with her coal black hair,
Maggie, red as roses,
Sheila, blonde and full of grace,
Carol, sweet as posies.
And there were many others
Their names now long forgot,
Their faces ghostly shadows that come
Then fade to nought.
The fire spits, I nod, content
Fine whisky near to hand
See through the window in gathering dusk
Another lad, another land.
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geezer
3 months 1 week ago
Damn...
You are on a roll this month, but then you are always on point when it comes to writing about love and youth. Nice job, nary a stumble all the way through. ~ Geez.
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Alex Tanner
3 months 1 week ago
Thanks Geezer
It's what I like writing most of all. Alex