Sierra's Sonnet
A summer wind blows her hair
A feeling of floating in the air
She looks at me with her green eyes
She shows the truth and hides no lies
My world is hers as hers is mine
I saw no premonition or sign
I cannot breathe or hope to speak
Of the love in which I seek
I need some time to gather thoughts
Maybe I love her or maybe not
I cannot describe my feelings inside
I have no pattern, no trail, no guide
As I lay here in bed
I think about all she said
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| If Only | 1 | 11/07/2010 |
| Lost Love | 1 | 10/23/2010 |
| Another Poem About a Girl | 1 | 10/13/2010 |
| This Love | 1 | 10/06/2010 |
| Sierra's Sonnet | 0 | 06/08/2010 |
| Used | 0 | 01/24/2010 |
| Emily pt 2 | 0 | 12/07/2009 |
| "The Heart" | 1 | 11/26/2009 |
| "emily" | 1 | 11/26/2009 |
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