Chris Bradshaw

Smoke Rings - Poem by Chris Bradshaw

I know how a cedar forest sings
In harsh December storms
And I've slept alone in golden fields
Under bloody Harvest Moons
But my wandering heart
Remembers you:

Like a natural state
More vibrant and free
Or a shining expanse
Of evergreen trees
Like a river runs joyfully
Down to the sea
There is no direction
Except you
For me

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  • (12/20/2008 1:50:00 AM)

    Love is like a shadow, it follows a person (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 20, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, January 5, 2009

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