I think.

Woman
yet as a petal
you always tell the wind
to sing beneath the moon
as a mist blows
me to death
can i have the man i want
love is frantic
if you leave a void will
take me to crush out spring

winter drools white eternity

ache not but dream easy
live life here
sea & sky a watery whisper
a rainy garden of roses
after bitter storm
spray of summer light & shadow shine

time. . . trudge. . . worship

he is a gift of love
to suit your beauty

I think.











*written by Andrea and Sonya on the back of their door.
**Sponsored by Magnetic Poetry, find your inner poet.

Comments

i think... therefore i am.
(look forward to new years)
Andrea said…
Magnetic words are so...magnetic.

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