Tag: memories
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The Festival by Jeff Lewis
There was a festival that day,I don’t remember what it was called.I remember the soft curve of her cheek,I remember the way she padded gentlyacross the earthas though afraid of leaving a permanent mark.I remember her cries of delightas I won the little stuffed tigerafter seven futile attempts.I remember how she carried it in her…
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Last Season by Tamar Kapanadze
Broken dreams and scattered expectationsBuried in your malignant intentions.I thought you brought me blooming blossomsbut left me with the scars,Wounded by your indifferent and stabbing snow petals.Giving you my winter moon was not enough for you,so it’s the last season walking on your avenue.Should I keep the tangerine as my little secret?The pieces of your…