Open Poetry #37 |
1918: Enamored. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Sweet the bird did call across the sunken bower. Strong the trees grew tall, golden the delicate flower. Serene she sat, pale skin glowing, full red lips ripe for kissing, elegant sky blue dress flowing, heartache, her love was missing. Wind unbound her wound up hair, blew beads of rain glistening; to her room she did repair, for her loves footfall she was listening. Gentle creaks awoke her from dreaming, he stood, her breath was fevered, shallow; relief, she felt his warm heart beating, returned to her safely again, as the first swallow. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
A lovely reading, Philip. Thank you. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Wind unbound her wound up hair, blew beads of rain glistening" nice imagery |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
It is always a beautiful thing when love returns~ Thank You! ~ARH |
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