A natural flow she comes by;
Beautifully adorned, nothing new but far from ordinary.
Oh, to burst the chains of time,
to move close, drawing in every part.
To taste her breath, sweet and wet.
Close enough to miss.
Responsibility interrupts,
walls of expectations divide.
Reality is formidable;
There is hope in a glance;
Yet discretion must rule.
Close enough to miss.
The ox carries us through the day.
Unconsciously, I deliberately wander through the fields;
Rewarded by her gorgeous smile and gleaming eyes.
Magnetic, penetrating, subduing,
I am slain and filled with life.
She's close enough to miss.
to burst the chains of time yes it seems to haunt many artists, a concept addressed in many artistic works. read Song Of My Love for one of my answers I enjoyed your lines so much reminds me of poems I wrote in a rural setting thank you: -)
to burst the chains of time yes it seems to haunt many artists, a concept addressed in many artistic works. read Song Of My Love for one of my answers I enjoyed your lines so much reminds me of poems I wrote in a rural setting thank you: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
do it afar, I guess.