Hazy whiffs of sun drops cross the trees Casting spells with fostered candlelight Beneath a dew of green, submersed and submarine I held a girl whose lips were red as sight
Down the hills of Cannes did a I fall Under the muse of June was I Betrothed As sweet as Nectarines craving for the dawns sunbeams The heat of passion turned to a blood clot
Clouds of Spanish castles rise to view Pass the glowing turquoise of my youth Weightless in the evenings of summers endless weekends Faith is the child's protege of truth
Blue is the colour of my childhood A vintage encapsulation of when I bloomed Fair, green emollient is the dowry of my sentence A rustic glade where time is never to soon
Hazy whiffs of sun drops cross the trees
Down the hills of Cannes did a I fall
Clouds of Spanish castles rise to view
Blue is the colour of my childhood
If I take the first line in each stanza...I could make a verse from there...yet you paint imagery in the scene with each one...as the reader is put in one place and then another...I believe in the last stanzas:
Blue is the colour of my childhood
A vintage encapsulation of when I bloomed
Fair, green emollient is the dowry of my sentence
A rustic glade where time is never to soon
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Blue is the colour of my childhood
A vintage encapsulation of when I bloomed
Fair, green emollient is the dowry of my sentence
A rustic glade where time is never too soon
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Just a minor change there with the usage of "to" versus "too"...but over-all its done well...
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