I
breathe to me
inside whispers
reaching
as rhythm
of roses,
snuggled in my basket,
where I collected
the seasons
of our love
II
you were
my breath,
in frail autumn
winds
when I held on,
kissing cravings
on softened
hearts,
touch me,
with feathered
song
that kisses memories
of when
you flew
-- away
III
decorating your body
with fresh scent
of tulips,
that cry
at midnight,
in your longing
seeing you
fly away
inside memoirs
of thrush and crow,
that laid you
within my soul
to rest forever
in migration
from earth
to heaven
A contest entry
- Things With Wings II by JustWhoIAm.
600 points, ended October 3, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is just awesome, darl~
"inside memoirs
of thrush and crow,
that laid you
within my soul
to rest forever
in migration
from earth
to heaven"
MMigration from earth to heaven... beautifully penned. So much of expression, simplicity and beauty. Wonderful. I like your new style.
You're doing great.
Luv,
~KK
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Aww, thank you so much darl ~
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