Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
your sighs
your thighs
your eyes
i love then you
like I wake up
with the same.
I need a poem
I can talk to.
this summer
has
A ravine
darkened by
some trees.

The leaves
knelt on
the floor.
prancing on
the heart

on the
long grass

among the
golden wheat

and the
full moon
Next page