Memories that vibrant image brings
Flute I hear, a soprano sings
Your hand, pink palms, slowly spread
Touching, disappearing in the blood red
Caressing produce, wide eyes stare
heart seduced, mind strips, soul bares
Summer dress, glowing sunflower bloom
Years have passed, all deep dark gloom
slowing traversing these same streets
where I was kissed, had innumerable treats
always ended up looking rather lost
Time erasing recollections fast
Keep searching, past forgotten ghosts
those wonderful arms, that beautiful host
of merriment, ecstasy and joy of soul
Life without you, a great big hole

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40 thoughts on “Fresh”

  1. I have always loved an open-air market. Even before I got hooked on watching The Frugal Gourmet. Nice saturation of color.


      1. aaaaaaaaaaa! IΒ΄m logging off.

        YouΒ΄ll see when the day comes and I eventually take the time to see how to put up strange yellow faces in the computer, until that day comes, IΒ΄ll just post my pictures which are even that much stranger.


  2. Love it! Was just going to ask you why it is till I read other comments :p I guess I’ll settle with the knowing that its gorgeous to look at and edible too πŸ™‚


      1. I am very well indeed πŸ™‚ good to know, now I can place you near Winnie the Pooh πŸ™‚ no wonder you are so adorable πŸ™‚ (I love Winnie and your city’s name always remind me of him) πŸ™‚


      2. haha yes AB as a matter of fact, Winnie the Pooh got his name from this city πŸ™‚ And from your photography, it seems you enjoy travelling a part of work I am assuming?


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