Lips Meeting...
One voice,
one song,
one mind,
many bonds...
Picture words,
no sound,
but all said
is oh so loud...
Fingers twined,
smiles free,
touches ask
"Do you believe?"...
Hearts pound,
blood heats,
and all shatters
as lips meet...
Lips Meeting...
One voice,
one song,
one mind,
many bonds...
Picture words,
no sound,
but all said
is oh so loud...
Fingers twined,
smiles free,
touches ask
"Do you believe?"...
Hearts pound,
blood heats,
and all shatters
as lips meet...
brokenhearted11 commented on Lips Meeting...
03-22-2011
03/22/2011
CherylLambrecht commented on Lips Meeting...
03-22-2011
03/22/2011
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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