Mediterranean summers.


Rime couees challenge

This is why I have returned.
This heat, and suffocate at noon.
Give me food and drink and talk,
and let me stay to write the tune
of all the days and nights we spend;
when love and life will chill too soon.

Drag up the hill and to the beach
to share our talk under the moon.
There is no thought of days to come:
no loss, no gain, no wealth, no boon.

This is not my world I know,
and I'm a fool for wanting more.
Yet this is such as life should be with
passer by: and not a bore.

To sit and watch with dreaming gaze,
unless by madness be undone,
is all we wish when far from home,
and memories will stay. Become.







Poetry by nice curtains
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Written on 2016-12-14 at 14:33

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shells
I enjoyed this, sounds like a holiday romance! Bravo for rising to the challenge.
2016-12-14