After the
blackness fades I
cry.
Don't let the sun
erase my dream,
for it may never return.
Growing
hot
inside, my love
jerks at my
kind heart.
Love
makes me
notice the
open air
perfuming the dew,
quenching the dry morning.
Rustling leaves
sound in my ear.
Time passes
underneath my
very soul,
water leaves my eyes; her
xanthophyll complexion
yearns to be dreamt of as I
zealously close my eyes.
Monday, April 25, 2005
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12 comments:
...yearns to be dreamt of as I zealously close my eyes.
Beautiful.
i like this poem; the alphabetical idea is clever too.
Growing
hot
inside, my love
jerks at my
kind heart.
...this feels so real.
I am very touched by this poem, it is really it. i enjoyed reading it and feeling the vibe of what you were saying. I wanna kno what gulnaz was doing posting postin a comment at 4;57am while the sun was still at sea.
____ sincerly a bad bitch
that is very pretty =O
this is a very nice poem...but i think you should do more than at least a word or two in each line...
that was just beautiful i could never make a poem like that. but that was just beautiful
wow this is really good :) im not very good a poetry but you are
love
makes me
notice the
open air
perfuming the dew
quenching the dry morning.
.... Dis poem is too beautiful
it was beutiful.
wow...so good...i wish i was that good at poetry...your poem was beautiful and created a nice image in my mind...keep it up!
~Marissa
“I believe in the sun, even when it’s not shining.
I believe in love, even when I can’t feel it.
And, I believe in God, even when He is silent.” -Unknown
beautifully worked it out
kass said: i loooooooooooovvvvvve ur poem it made me think of the beautiful world we live on!!!! :)
~kass
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