..and if you don’t know cinnamon
By littleditty
Mon, 11 Oct 2010
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It will come as mysterious as cinnamon,
and if you don’t know cinnamon
it may present itself to you
as apple pie, or mulled wine
- and you will remember,
there must have been times,
there must have been - times
in cinnamon flavours and allspice,
when nutmeg raindrops dark outside
felt like gentle fingers stroking your hair,
until what wasn‘t known, becomes bolder,
asserting itself in unrecognisable moments;
and unrecognised, will leave
replacement raindrops, the darkness, the window,
and many other objects of habit,
living in them, what wasn‘t known,
until there was cinnamon.
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Absolutely beautiful LD! It
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Absolutely beautiful LD! It has a coy and mysterious edge to it - a poem for the senses, most definitely!
Magic xxx
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Can almost taste these
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Can almost taste these words, ld. Scrumptious poem... And I hope the flu soon hurries away;-)
Tina;-)
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Lovely imagary, I especially
Lovely imagary, I especially like the nutmeg raindrops.
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always loved cinnamon, and
always loved cinnamon, and the title too....very nice indeed !
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