Tiny diamonds
-circling in your fountain.
Eyes beating down.
-They rip into my soul-.
You're rising like a hilltop
wrapped in grass,
among which the bare
feet of young children roam.
Graze my lips with your
sincerity. -Like rain on a sad day.
Like the sand between our toes.
Like the Fourth of July fireworks.-
with your hand in my hair.
We shine like sparks between stones,
waiting to ignite.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh I liked this!
My favourite part was
"You're rising like a hilltop
wrapped in grass,"
and is in my opinion on of the best descriptions I've read in ages!
Thanks for sharing this!!
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vickievale
I like your poem is very good keep up the good work
you are a poet-star you write using real emotion and use the right words in your work -
Wow, I'm speechless. This is really beautiful(:
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