Somewhere there’s a museum full of you,
White walls and crimson leaves, repeated over.
I flick the light switch off and close the door,
And step outside into the misty autumn.
Eentsy-teensy poem
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And step outside into the misty autumn.
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I like this. It has mystery because as the reader I don't know who you are adressing….a current love, a memory or a fantasy. I like the imagery of the crimson leaves on a stark white walls and then there is the choice of the symbolism of the color crimson.This is Lanetta
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