if I could kiss my memories
and toss them to the wind as crumbled leaves, my outstretched limbs
would yearn so desperately as to sprout
new memories as spring. the desperate red,
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“the shameful purple, the quivering orange
cling to me against the cold. this autumn coat of my life—not
always beautiful but nonetheless
the colors I wear in worn
homage to the sun, and wind, and rain
that have painted me so”
– these lines are very moving. beautifully written! 🙂
Chester, thank you for taking the time to read my poetry and respond. I’m delighted that you enjoyed it. 🙂
you’re welcome Adrian 🙂