Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
The sun sets for yet another day Gloom too sets in Yet another night will pass Darkness in its ghostly silhouette Will peep through...
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
simonpoetically: MY ROSE FLOWER
simonpoetically: MY ROSE FLOWER: I envy a rose flower I envy its rosy fragrance I envy its splendid elegance I envy your angelic elegance too You're a rose midst...
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