With you in a russet wood
under sheaths of misted gold
A summer breeze as warm as breath
With the sweetness of baby pines
Our fingers intertwine, beautiful
Laying together in caressing grasses
Amoung the daisies and the clover
I stare at you, words can't describe
We are alone at last, and all is quiet
Your lips meet mine, beautiful
A contest entry
- So they say... Beauty is all that counts... by Perception.
550 points, ended May 9, 2008, 20 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Yeah, kinda my fantasy ^_^
Comments
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Oh wow... This IS beautiful! I love it...
Great job
best of luck in the contest
hehe
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Thanks Perception :-D
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