A season named Cecilia
A bruised colour
Sienna stained
Echo´s of green
Among
Septembers pale wrists
On her finger I place a ring
Noir is a trenchcoated thief she whispers
November comes
As we pull up for gas
Me and Cecilia
Eloping
Driving through fall
Cecilia dressed in yellow raincoat
Entering the chapel
Cinnamonflavour escapes her breath
In her hand she holds eight red leaves
Lips tinted with rain
I do she whispers
And opens her mouth to the first snowflake
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 21:21
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