If I could paint this poem you’d be sitting next to me
Watching me write a tribute Rumi while we sat in ecstasy,
I’d put smiles on our faces this way no one could erase them,
and extend our arms so that we could catch chocolate covered raindrops and lighting bugs so we could chase them.
I’d sketch our unhappiness to the side, back somewhere in the background,
So when darkness appears we know it has faded slowly along with sundown,
The sky would be auburn orange, don’t worry about the shoes we took off,
We have to be able to run as fast as we can through the field of dreams along side Wilma Rudolph,
That’s only if I could paint this poem, we could truly be,
Colors of the rainbow sitting in the sky, for the whole entire world to see
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From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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"don't know why i didn't call"
i think this is just fine!!!!!