That night we smoked cigarettes
and talked of the red skies
that hung over us, above
right shoulders just East
of town.
And although it was winter
and chaos danced
with the blowing snow,
I felt the heat
of those red skies.
It was somewhere
inside of forty-five
mile an hour winds
and the second bottle
of wine
where I fell in love.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
Nicole Lyons 
I love yourvpoetry voice. Very few poets I read have your distinct “soind” it is what makes you most special in your poetry. It is profound and impactful.
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Thank you so much for that comment, Rob.
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You know I love you Nicole! You know what I mean
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You know the feeling is mutual!
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You’re the best Nicole, keep shining
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Beautiful💞
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Falling in love somewhere around the second bottle of wine – conjures a warm and dreamy mood – lovely
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Nicole conjures magic
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Thank you Bob
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Love this piece, love Nicole’s writing. She is an inspiration to all of us.
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Thank you so much for this comment. You are amazing.
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Thank you so much
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I’m right there with you, in that moment. Thank you. You take the words from my heart and put them in black and white for the world to see…
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What a lovely comment, thank you so much.
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