I love reading poetry,i find it sooo inspiring. I write it too but just to express myself really....It my own personal escape* |
The condensation runs down the window pane,
Blindness does not recognize...
You unknowingly pinch the salty drops from my...
But I know, I feel them staining my cheeks...
The eloquence of the frosted dew on the pink rose...
The grit in the murky soil within which it sits is...
The eloquence of the frosted dew on the pink rose...
The grit in the murky soil within which it sits is...
You unknowingly pinch the salty drops from my...
But I know, I feel them staining my cheeks...
The condensation runs down the window pane,
Blindness does not recognize...
Walking in the sunny air,
I see your friendly face...
He kicks the lonely pebble along the grey yard,
His hands in his pockets, he is weary and tired...
It is better to have tried and lost rather than to have never tried and live with the regret.... |