These Pages Are Your Lips Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

These Pages Are Your Lips



I hold immortal
only what I can see:

your traces
and the distant view
of your smile
beneath a tree
that spread like a crown
over your head.

Sunday, September 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 05 October 2015

'' a smile /../ that spread like a crown/ over your head.'' nice & interesting image cheers

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