Open Poetry #28 |
Seventeen |
ptwils165 Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 50 |
a lonely heart slouched under sycamore, throws thorns to a fireball sky watching pale leaves attempt back-flips at dusk, he pleads to the moon ‘when?’ and ‘why?’ the moonlight explodes in ‘I love you’, a firework- shot from the gun-, lost in the twilight, he cries out her name and prays to the evening sun. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Beautiful write...fantastic imagery! Very much enjoyed. ~Hugs~ ~The breeze that kissed you on the face, |
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