"you are a joy to be with"
my soul, feasting on words
that fill my heart
with nothingness
smooth stones
across his chest
this barren desert
my windswept lawn
soggy leaves tussle
with bare rose branches
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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2 comments:
The last lines in each stanza speak to me the loudest, they could even go together in a single poem.
the 2nd two are especially nice. thanks!
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