The old gate

The gist of your gray decay
is opening to summer meadow

fragrances mixed
apples and wild rose

The sun's last rays
aperture hops buzz
next to the old source

The Gate creak slowly
surrounding by hidden coverts in the meadows

Poetry by Maria Silvia
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Written on 2015-05-22 at 14:06

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i like everything about this poem and the feeling it creates. i want to be there, see, feel, hear, taste your world for a moment.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely portrayed.

Very colourful and freeing. ☺