"sprut" poems
When I die,
I'll get buried.
And like buried seeds,
I'll sprut back some day.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Million miles away
I stand
Alone like a lone tree
On a desert
Apart from thee
Yet thy love
Sprut through me
And exult my heart
But trickle tears from my eyes
Million miles away
I hike
Through the endless dunes to thee
All day but day
When the blistering sun poach my breath
And gets a quartre a mile
Million miles away
The beautiful blue skies
Alms me thy mirage figurine
But enfeeble to caress thy face
With a short hand
Million miles away
All the letters I indited for thee
And left in the whirlling storms
Went afar but near Into the valleys
And gradually parched my words
Million miles away
The sun walks across in furry
As my hopes are burried
Ever to reach thee
And preach my love
Million miles away
Twilight comes
And I wander in the midst of ghost shadows
My soul drowns
Like am dip into the wells
Million miles away
Night comes
And I lied in the cold breeze
Dreaming about thy touches and kisses
Yet I wake up ,
With no side nor sight of thee
Million Miles Away
©Historian E.Lexano
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC