Warmth Poem by Henrik Berg
Warmth
Lying in the grass at the end of a dream,
Resting my weary head on your knee.
The warmth from the summers sunny gleam,
Can not compare with the heat, in me.
In the sky above I see the clouds passing by
As the world keeps on turning.
The air seems so cool way up high
While here, together we are burning.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming,passion,summer
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