Open Poetry #6 |
first always last |
Chris Goodman Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 92Issaquah, Washington usa |
The calmness in the room sit where you like pick up your feet walk yourself to me a touch, a glimpse a pause in your speech I make like day and whisk briskly away a fond memory i will leave to enjoy the scents of fruits and cream to remember the noisy voice in me A salty tear meant for the ocean will leave you the kind of emotion that fills your void and makes new room for the lover inside will eventually bloom like flowers after the snow the heat of the sun will color your rose I promise the words will come out right it comes from your heart and not your mind when i go to that place i will always remember the lovers first face < !signature--> Blue Moon [This message has been edited by Chris Goodman (edited 02-20-2000).] |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
This has a magical ring to it Chris...music to my ears!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Chris Goodman Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 92Issaquah, Washington usa |
Thank you Devina.... Chris Blue Moon |
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