d’Vers Poets Pub – Poetry Forms – The Rubaiyat
Frank has us ‘forming’ some lines of poetry at the Pub tonight
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Passing a Window Late One Night
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Our eyes met through the window pane
A chance that may not come again
For just one second we were one
A feeling I can not explain
Then, just as quickly, she was gone
A graceful, caramel colored fawn
I look for her on clear, dark nights
To pass, once more, across my lawn
And wonder if she looks for me
When eating apples from my tree
I won’t forget that look we shared
One night that ended magically
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