Where is your blurry way?
What the role was claimed to slay?
Sins or saint deeds on your mind?
Answers I will never find.
Shiver melting, face to face,
Gasping slowly in your gaze.
Curtains flapped due to storm,
Who is failing? Well, your turn...
Gentleness or masked guile?
Be your lover for a while.
Then, what else would you prefer,
Ash to ash, and nothing more?
Meaningful... your whisper was,
Pulled necklace and kiss of yours.
And, despite this guilty sigh,
Could you ever tell me why?
Noble motion or request?
Dancing waltz, you've done your best.
Nearing, moving far away;
Nothing changes so love will stay.
Such a fine
Such a fine poem.
Cheers,
Luther
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!
Freedom is such a bait in others' promises but a precious gift from your own...)
Andrea
Indeed it is. She has made
Indeed it is. She has made her debut with two excellent poems.
Starward
I'm so honored to read this
I'm so honored to read this comment from you! Thank you!
Freedom is such a bait in others' promises but a precious gift from your own...)
Andrea