Unnamed Poem by koon woon

Unnamed



Static as Buddha
inert as a rock
I move you not,

But snow melts
and rains fall
on mountain top,

Even as I breathe
vapors of December –
that after taste

of my days, I hold
you in memory
as a photo in wallet.

Oh come run with me
for a day more
in the valley

And linger there
as the ice melts
and snow dissipates.

Monday, April 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Brian Jani 29 April 2014

Nice poem , keep it up, please check my poems

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