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

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Comments (6)

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

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