I am either asleep, or out walking. Yes, possibly in the moonlight, for underneath the weeping willow, I creep, and my feet damp from the pond splatter the cracked earth with water. What becomes of the simple-minded soul then?
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Moon rises high
sun on the other side
stars all over the sky
beauty all around you
body and soul
thrives and thirsts
for something new
not old as me
and yet, you remain mine
forever in heavens bliss
we shall be, he shall be.
Or at least in my mind
it all shall be.
Comments
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I love the imagery and feelings that come from this poem. This is definetly a favorite of mine that I have to bookmark. Great job with this! The very beginning beneath the title was a great beginning and very expressive.
GREAT job!
~Sarah
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