WALKING PATH
Sleeping
I wasn't
Singing...
I lost myself
In her kisses
which flowered
In my bones...
Now my
Entire body
Is like a
Painting brush
which is
Full of colours..
My walking path
Will write poetry
From now on.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-05-20 kl 07:04
Save as a bookmark Write a comment Send as email Print text  | Anne Westlund anoop This is a beautiful poem. Keep on writing! Anne 2008-05-31 |
 | Peter J. Kautsky must be nice to reach a point where life becomes a poem. enjoyed this,. pete 2008-05-28 |
 | Stan Cooper anoop...keep on your walking path..you express yourself in poetry beautifully Stan 2008-05-20 |
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