I am quick but graceful
Gentle and cold.
I am a wallflower
Drenched in the summer rains;
a smell that fills the souls and hearts of many.
I am alive but silent,
Invisible to most.
I remain unseen.
A child colors a sky with me
With cornflower crayons
A sky filled with white birds
Flying free, above the waves of my ocean.
Calm and tranquil.
Living inside a silent amour
Where two lovers collide.
I taste salty and leave a tingle on the tip of your tongue
Yet you still crave more.
I am small.
I am discreet.
I am the unknown.















Comments
A poet doesn't write by someone elses expectations
The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --it is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life.
Robert Penn Warren
big hugs
...blu
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You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"
George Bernard Shaw
im gonna guess that the color is the rainbow
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- Melanie
"Screw perfection. Just embrace the greatness [LIFE] as it is."
White?
Your teacher is an idiot.
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Kirsten
...Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday...
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when one door closes move so it doesn't hit you in the face.
jesus.
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- Melanie
"Screw perfection. Just embrace the greatness [LIFE] as it is."
and she is a terrible teacher.
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- Melanie
"Screw perfection. Just embrace the greatness [LIFE] as it is."
oh thats just one of the many plans. but dont worry, ill come visit you and ill do your nails and well have tea that tastes like pee.
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- Melanie
"Screw perfection. Just embrace the greatness [LIFE] as it is."
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