catching stars in
rainbow-tinted jars
fireflies spinning in
a reckless dance of life
the tears of the
morning
settle on the grass
and the wind
whispers in my ear
[remember me
and all I used to be]
you still sing in
the raindrops, and
your laughter
is echoed
in the pots and
pans
left
to catch your voice
which falls
in those
precious
drops
of
life
.
Lovely...there's music in every turn of phrase, every imagery is sensuous and subtle, it's poetry in the truest sense of the word...love it!
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excilence. imaging. i read this poem many times and start to cry. your poetry have very emotional sence.