Creation Poem by Sage A. D.

Creation

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Lingers; feeling of pleasure.
It’s lingers.
Smells, taste, touch and you
make all things disappear
longing only remains,
and forever with you.


No words needed, not one.
Only you and me embracing
a feeling of escape,
from the world we know
and with each kiss;
making one of our own.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Keith Hendrickson 16 January 2009

really liked the last lines of this. another nice piece of work.

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Jen Shearer 16 January 2009

Amazing written and expressed! Keep it up! :)

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