I kissed
the rim of morning,
hoping
I wasn't just your shot of
espresso...
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
But as I depart
upon the bittersweet clouds,
distances away
the venturesome winds carried
my ambitious heart.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
Our love is the seasons
Never perfect, always changing.
We stand on different reasons
but our bond is still sustaining.
Like the spring blossoms
we too shall only grow...
but like the golden autumn
a change will undergo...
And when wintry whites frost
sometimes you leave me cold,
but like the blazing summer exhaust
we too burn fiery gold.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
Crisped wind brushes through my tresses
and a hint of ice passed my skin.
The sun-kissed ceiling painted a faint yellow blanket
over the harmonious foliage.
In the jet black silence I can hear them-
the bitter leaves chattering back and forth.
But as the first pinch of light pours out,
the playful bushes are awake
And the singing, green giants hum a melody.
The rural path is not so lonesome,
for the perfumed, green pillows are comforting
while the golden fingertips guide the way.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC