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First Poem for Intro To CW
Idle Thoughts
The crunching of brittle leaves on the sidewalk
as the wind scrapes them in its endless torrent.
The golden sun slinking behind the horizon,
hiding from the day that just passed.
He thinks of her as he walks alone.
Her chocolate hair wraps around his thoughts.
He is reminded of nights playing with that hair
while she lay there in his arms.
He thinks of her a lot these days; always alone.
Her green-blue eyes locked in his mind.
He remembers looking with no words spoken
because she knew what he would have said.
He thinks of her while lying in bed.
Her soft hands grab his memory.
He thinks back to the picnics and outings
their hands entwined not caring who sees.
All that seems so long ago.
The brittle leaves remind him of the changing season
as they cast lonely shadows on his wall
all alone, thinking of her and their summer together, he wonders
Does she think of him?
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