Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 9,089 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Impalpable - Poem by Is It Poetry

If I touched it or it came to be.
Each crystal month of every red branch.
Red leaves once green that never fall.
Comming over to me,
of the autumn where my window is closed.

The body and aching everything.
Which could move aside to be close to the impalpable ash.
Tossed onto the fire or the wrinkle off the log.
The scent is carried off from me to you.

A certain message mixed all the way,
the boat which is fragrant, the light and the petal,
is small you are those islands which wait.
That sail from you to who I really am.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 7, 2012

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