Soft moss swims in sunlight
Glistening like a shiny diamond
Upon her finger it strikes
Like a knife within his heart
It shatters his soul
From moonlight’s wings
Its essence soon burns
Yearning for release
He runs
Upon the soft moss
Bathed in sunlight
He finds relief
BEAUTIFUL, Pamela!
ReplyDeleteWritten on Saturday, January 14, 2012 9:06 AM
Such a wonderful poet you are!
Love the image. It goes so well with your words.
Have a great Saturday, my friend!
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Ron, thank you! I've never had any "formal" poetry training so just write what I feel.
DeleteWritten on Saturday, January 14, 2012 9:23 AM
ReplyDeletePretty! (Geesh, I'm effin' eloquent huh?)
Grammy, no,"pretty" sums it up well!
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