31 Aug

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Soft August afternoon.

The garden overripe

And wild.

Tanned and indolent,

He stretched in the sun


Sleepy from wine

Full with bread

It only needed fish

For a miracle.


And so it happened.

An hour passed,

Trailed by another.

He had forgotten her




Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from younghappy

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Posted by on August 31, 2014 in Uncategorized


4 responses to “Miracle

  1. Heartafire

    September 1, 2014 at 12:06 am

    miracles happen, lovely poetry.


  2. marcus

    September 1, 2014 at 4:39 am




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