the grey concrete glints in the late afternoon sun
resisting her burning attempts to excite warmth
in his cold, cement heart accustomed to rain
immobile, he stares fixedly onward
as she dances with all her winter might
impervious to her charms he waits
his heart belongs to another
sadly she dips at last below the horizon
he, relaxing his strength, welcoming
as frost steals softly into his lap
coating his gruff exterior with a sheen
until the morning comes and sun sees
the truth sparkling on his constant face
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Beautiful poem. I really like it.
ReplyDeleteMm. That was incredible to read. I love how you describe the sun and the concrete as objects which can have feeling. :) Makes me think about them differently.
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