Crispy leaves winter brown <br />crackle neath her feet <br />she looks good out of town <br />her eyes are playing sweet! <br /> <br />A little haze morn at ten <br />the place is real peace <br />on my lips desires rain <br />wishing stealing kiss! <br /> <br />She knows it quickens feet <br />maybe she wants too <br />her eyes when my eyes meet <br />read the twinkling cue! <br /> <br />Just we two froths a brew <br />none to find and look <br />blushing lips' crimson hue <br />knows only that nook!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-town-2/
