11/27/11

it is like
the softest kiss
embracing your lips
the gentlest rain
playing its lullaby
against your skin
morning dew weaving
its cobweb of pearls
on your eyelashes
tenderly
tenderly
the morning dawns
and it is
like that
how it feels
to be
free of all
i carry inside

4 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 28, 2011 at 2:55 AM

    Oh, magnificence and beauty.

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  2. MeleeNovember 28, 2011 at 5:29 AM

    This (and your last post) are so beautiful and rhythmic! I am envious; I can't make my words sing like yours do. (Which is frustratingly obvious as I struggle to set my thoughts to music - ergh!)

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  3. AnonymousNovember 28, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    Still, absolutely perfect. Just stunning. Gosh, I'm truly in awe of you.

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  4. LenaNovember 29, 2011 at 10:39 PM

    BKP - Thank you.

    Melee - Thank you so much, dear. Don't be envious, I know you can make your words sing. I don't even know how I make it happen, sometimes it just does.

    Norah Salvatore - Thank you so much still!

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