Freedom
After sharing the last
French cigarette
My lady turned her face away
And said
We are free as two wild flowers
Tomorrow
We will still be free
Free enough to forget each others name
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: just words
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You forgot her name yet?! lol. A fine write N.
Never knew it in the first place..... cheers N
Ouch - - hope that scene with that lady whatsit never happened in reality my friend. Surely nameless is not in love's game.
just words and a bit o imagination Fay, nowt else .... N
Knowing that makes the read more than good my friend............
Sacre disc blue mon sewer! These street beggars will cadge a fag and a coffee anywhere. She must'a had you made as a mark alright.
a great reference to my second fave brand of French ciggies my friend... and a much appreciated visit from you too sir... not smoked for nearly 20 years but every now and again, for a micro second maybe, I fancy a Gitanes.... cheers, Neville
Had one or two of those moments, now a face with no name.
until you have had one or two, you aint lived... thank you Dan
Neville
Poignant, a little sad
thank you SerenWise... Neville
Was it worth it - I mean having to share your last cigarette?
probably.... cheers... N
Just words - that's all that poetry is - but it's the way that you assemble them that makes a real poet - super little piece.l
yes, of course... thank you kindly Michael
Neville
That takes me back to the times that I used to have the occasional Disque Bleu.
they were kinda exotic back in the day weren't they.. thank you sir...... Neville
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