love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.
Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.
in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.
i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.
a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
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