Back Then!

I called you "Stranger" Though you were an Old white, feathery Dandelion, I always knew. But what could I really do? For me it was winter back then.

I called you "Sunset" Though you were A rising, ebullient Sun. But what could I really do? I lived in the West back then.

I called you "Mist" Though you were A serene, calm Cloud. But what could I really do? The weather was humid back then.

Would love to read your interpretations.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1qiaewj/when_you_are_the_broken_bridge/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1qjm406/point_of_view/