Soulo Moon

Rose Of Your Freckle - Poem by Soulo Moon

Siberia's cold wind blows near,
Running were the winter deer.

Just wait,
Till the night the blossoming petals of white covers the greeny land.

A snow flake,
would fall on the freckle in the back of your slender and delicate hand.

Melting like a tear from a long lost friend,
To told you a old story that you have not yet met,
To remind you of a future promise that you should have kept.

Do you ever notice,
among the mist of wild snow,
Also were the huge fire rose.

Topic(s) of this poem: hands, love, winter

Comments about Rose Of Your Freckle by Soulo Moon

  • Ian Muhando (11/27/2015 12:30:00 AM)

    i do like it... it seems like a good tale i'd like to hear more of.... (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/26/2015 2:29:00 AM)

    ''Siberia's cold wind blows.. / / .. the huge fire rose ''

    a delicate, melancholic composition..
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015

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