The wind ran his fingers through my hair
Reminiscent of that last night
We confessed our hearts' desire;
Sweet anticipation,
Ebb and elation,
As glow transpires
Succumbed to
Passion's
Fire.
Rain
Stirred my
Hazy brain,
Cheeks flush and stained,
Eyes strain, fighting tears.
Years, memory so fleet,
Cherished once, yet bittersweet.
Window shut tight and locked away,
Savored secrets safe where they must stay.
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Author Notes
Thank you photobeat for the excellent artwork.
A Nonet decreases in syllables from 9 to 1 in each line, and in this case, increases in the same manner in the second stanza.
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