![]() Extraordinary afternoonA Poem by willweb~ Where can it be, that my mind has
taken me, as this pathway comes and goes, causing open doors to close What’s this I feel, in these hours
I conceal, like a pattern on a shelf, standing right beside myself I find that . . . She’s the morning when you hear
that tune, like a Thursday in the month of
June, or a daisy learning how to bloom, on a extraordinary afternoon She’s the . . . freshest corner of the atmosphere, like a river running bold and
clear, climbing mountains while you have
no fear, when your prayers are answered and you have
her near it’s here . . . in the rainy scene, like a magazine, painted tangerine and a shade of green with a caring smile, in her special style, laughing all the while, every dusty mile Whose up ahead, underneath a sky
of red when the twilight comes to call, in the shadows of it all How can I know, if my song is sure
to flow, like an echo on the wing, that will make her spirit sing I guess I’ll . . . chase the lightning as the thunder
roars, find a rainbow as my heaven pours, take her hand and lead her on the
way to the, garden entrance planted yesterday Tell her . . . she is all that I will ever need, every hunger that I long to feed, yellow roses in a full moon beam glowing effervescent on my midnight dream She’s my . . . extraordinary afternoon © 2023 willwebAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on July 7, 2023 Last Updated on July 7, 2023 Author![]() willwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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