Open Poetry #49 |
the swing (la balançoire) |
2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
Stop returning, O cruel thoughts, O blacks pains, Stop haunting The garden of love, Leave the swing Come and go, Sing her song To the light woman, Leave my look Guess under her dress, The sweet delights Of a past which drowns itself, Coming delightdul days. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...james |
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