Time For Us Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

Time For Us



garden summerhouse.
you and I...
engrossed in
the music of the evening

I don't notice
the colour of your eyes
the heat from them is gushing out
as the sparks, from the bonfire

darling, darling,
when the moon will stop
by us
it will be for us a time...

Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: colour
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