They meet in secret, under the weeping willow
hidden by the leaves fluttering upon the summer's breeze
they say no words, just hold and touch,
as time stands still for their love.
With every caress he honours her frail beauty,
with every look she lays bear her soul
two people from different worlds,
each-other they embrace, their spirits exposed.
Under the weeping willow...
In a list
A contest entry
- Secret Lovers - Picture Prompt by sensualbutterfly.
550 points, ended November 10, 2008, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very good work here
In sych a short piece you speak in volume and such a lovely read indeed .
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this was a beautiful write each word painted a beautiful picture
well deserved gold
beautiful -
Beautifully exquisite piece. So gentle and loving. Thank you for your entry
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