Wind walkers stream
past us in ribbons
of purple and tainted
scent of lavender mix
glorious tinkles of young
girls giggling overfilling
notebooks of love
standing softly and barefoot
on the heart of a woman
who longs to remember you
with more than a sigh
past us in ribbons
of purple and tainted
scent of lavender mix
glorious tinkles of young
girls giggling overfilling
notebooks of love
standing softly and barefoot
on the heart of a woman
who longs to remember you
with more than a sigh
Beautiful,
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Comment from deabvt - 3/22/05 10:08 AM
If you would allow me I would like to add what I felt reading your lovely poem:
Who envisions a new world
where children can play
barefoot and happy
like we did one day
make it soon.
Marlene-PurelyPoetry
Comment from mkolasa101 - 3/20/05 10:50 PM