|
Post by NT - Feeling Old... on Sept 3, 2004 14:21:07 GMT -5
did the echo plead with the moon for you to see sunlight a poet smiles silently fears exhaled in frigid anguish and desire that will never fully end came and became-- each of ashes found a rose, a grave an apart, a delicious secret embrace the sound, the moment
i am free to waste away
|
|
|
Post by ¤ Maeka Amanite ¤ (WD) on Sept 3, 2004 14:47:32 GMT -5
Very nice. I like!
|
|
|
Post by waterlily07 on Sept 6, 2004 16:59:59 GMT -5
I loved the imagery here...nice work NT. ;D
|
|
|
Post by AlienFaery on Sept 15, 2004 1:20:49 GMT -5
I really liked the idea of a "delicious secret". Cool poem. The last line resonated with me. - M
|
|