I sit in awe of you
reading snowflakes
like life lessons
falling from the sky
I read your sensuality
quietly rising
like the mist from my earl
secret desires hidden in the fog
I am missing
day consuming chats laced with
late afternoon waterfalls
and not so hidden innuendos
it seems touching
a soul across
a sea of light and fish and words
takes both time and effort
and who really has that to give?
This poem of yours flows like a meadering summer stream in the depth of winter Eila. Thanks for sharing it,10 from smiling, but tiredTai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's how you start a poem! ! ! very well done would love to hear some of your comments on my stuff....its nice to see some good work posted on here.