September Rainy Morning

September rainy morning

Written: Maxima

The are so many questions;
The sweet night,
the cold fine feathers.
The September rainy morning
I await answers, my princess,
you are overpowering.

Your lipstick kissed upon my lips.
Gentle tenderness.
The most beautiful smile on this
planet that we share.

I cannot sleep.
The night still reflects your sweet scent.
Curtains over the rain washed windows;
the hotel room in which we stayed
waiting for a train to dreamland.

Life is beautiful with you love.
So many questions remain between us.
Tender nights,
cold fine feathers.
This September rainy morning
I wait for the answers.

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10 thoughts on “September Rainy Morning

  1. Sim May 14, 2015 at 09:13 Reply

    This September rainy morning
    I wait for the answers.

    Beautiful poem!

  2. Margaret Lynette Sharp January 1, 2015 at 03:18 Reply

    Delightful 🙂

  3. Valentine Logar September 28, 2013 at 14:04 Reply

    Lovely, I wonder do we ever answer all the questions.

  4. adinparadise September 28, 2013 at 12:35 Reply

    Such a beautiful yellow rose, Stefan. Your poem is so nostalgic. I love it. 🙂

  5. Christy Birmingham September 27, 2013 at 19:59 Reply

    Rain here too… it can sound lovely against the windows… your word here are lovely too.

  6. Lucia September 27, 2013 at 19:49 Reply

    Beautiful poem Stefan, with melancholy autumn notes … rain, waiting, departure…:-)

  7. lgyslaine September 27, 2013 at 18:56 Reply

    very subtle 🙂

  8. morristownmemos by Ronnie Hammer September 27, 2013 at 18:44 Reply

    How beautiful!

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