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"I'll be home before 12"


 He kneeled before her in the dark night.

He imagined himself kneeling before her differently,

he imagined a vibrant smile across both their faces, a ring a box,

and the word "yes" emerging radiantly from her lips.

But instead, before him was her picture in a frame, planted on the grass were dozens of bouqets of:                                                    roses,ranunculus,carnations,daisies,lilies, peonies and beneath him was dirt moist from the shed tears.

She was an unfinished beauty-

  hair of golden sunrays,

  eyes of fields changing from summer to autumn,-

an angel that was sent back to Heaven too early.

 
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thisispoetryproject
The imagery in this poem is breathtaking, it allows the reader to see and feel your poem as if living it. Your use of words is so eloquent and precise.

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