End of Summer Dreams- 4
September 9, 2016
When all turns to gold
Preparing for the cold
We wish we weren’t old
To the pain we mold.
For my husband who wants rhyming poetry.
Zahra Ammar_ another poetic rambling from Spring Delusions
September 9, 2016
When all turns to gold
Preparing for the cold
We wish we weren’t old
To the pain we mold.
For my husband who wants rhyming poetry.
Zahra Ammar_ another poetic rambling from Spring Delusions
auburnrhyme
September 9, 2016 by auburnrhyme
This was lovely 🙂
zahraammar
September 9, 2016 by zahraammar
Thankyou!
neyravictoria
September 13, 2016 by neyravictoria
It reminds me of a long hot summer day back in my childhood’s village. The happiest time of my life with infinite serenity and peace. People harvesting the grains of corn. Sweet nostalgia.
michnavs
September 15, 2016 by michnavs
It rhymed so well…. twaa music to my ears when i read it aloud
zahraammar
September 15, 2016 by zahraammar
Yes well that is the key. My husband kep nagging me to explain my poetry. I told him if he did not understand himself that it did not resonate to him and that was okay. So he ends up explaining that for him poetry needs to rhyme and then we got into another discussion… anyhow, I ended up writing this for him to enjoy.
michnavs
September 15, 2016 by michnavs
Its wonderful to note you too are enjoying together discussing poetry