ValentineA Poem by Janus
Is it just me,
or do you feel the same. That mysterious fragrance left by the after-rain, hung like piano music. Cobbles glisten with puddles of pearl reflecting sky, sparrows, our soles. The rippling streets are alive as we walk in coats and swirling scarves wrapping the Flemish air in chequered frenzy. Sodden and big with rain we stride stiff as belfry, determined as clocks toward yellow light. © 2014 Janus |
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Added on August 25, 2014 Last Updated on August 25, 2014 AuthorJanusUnited KingdomAboutI am a visual artist. I paint and draw and sometimes write things down. I do not consider myself a writer, much less a poet. But I love language and my poems are merely a celebration of that fact. Tha.. more..Writing
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