you say
"no rush dear
what's the hurry"
but the wind is screaming
go go go
why is everyone
in such a flurry?
I look at you and see
a church filled
with roman candles
and warm whispers
stained glass soul
my arched ceiling love
everytime i see you
I see a blackberry tree
with kisses scalded
to your bark
who are you really?
never know
2 comments:
what a pretty poem, it makes me feel all warm but a bit sad all at once.
goodness, this is such a beautiful poem*
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