Late summer




Walking on the soil that
autumn laid
with flowers in colors red and brown
seeing kids with a soccer ball,
like I, when I was 8 years old
and happy, and great
these steps take me back, walking along autumn
a car stops, and I wave for my mission is greater
that, to live in my thing
with those things, and with no fear

a step out on the city streets,
and I am all

that time when I grew up
with a scent, and a look in her eyes

walking, and living through this

what a great song I heard










Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-09-22 at 23:57

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shells
A lovely nostalgic piece, I particularly enjoyed the opening two lines and a great line to finish.
2014-09-23



The coming of autumn, or the end of summer, always seem to bring feelings of nostalgia. To me autumn was always a sad time, and instead of seeing the beauty of the colors, all I could see was the dying of summer, and the threat of the cold of winter. A nostalgic poem.
2014-09-23