When the dawn comes
and Wind blows..
Sin in poetry blossoms
Saying naked verses of
shudders.
Rustling
like lukewarm breeze,
Plunge desires,
Sings moon
of excitements,
Supplicant touches.
Madness
feels long hairs
to tickle;
Whispers..
dream different.
Inside
Wind
locked;
moved;
moans;
enjoys.
(pregnant, immense, grateful, full)
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A contest entry
- gone with the wind - wind poetry by Namita.
300 points, ended November 12, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oooo. Lovely. I would have loved it if it was left- aligned. But still beautifully penned.
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