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On the Lawn

by bamf909

Member since 2005 · Posted 19 Feb 2005 · 1 comment

Frozen blades of icy green stab through the earth and reach my reddened toes. Gusts of chilly air descend upon her reddening nose. Sooner than later, the convalescence of the red and green fuses into one, Christmas-morning kiss, unseen by all, except the grass, except the trees, except the frost and her and me.

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[9] Dovina 19-Feb-05/8:17 PM Reply
Poemranker has been down most of the afternoon and evening. That seems to happen quite often, and in your case explains the lack of initial commentary.

Wow, walking out in bare feet on frozen grass just to kiss her. That's great and nicely written. "convalescence" seems strange, try "red and green fuse to one."

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