summer gasps
~The hot summer winds,
scorch the lands.
Leaving nothing but the faint gasps of dehydration.
Another drop of sweat trickles down my cheek.
Day After day,
I'd pray, for a time when the snow angels would dance on my tongue.
~
summer gasps
~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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EDITED VERSION: The .......Shadow .......was .....lost... |
0 | 06/16/2011 |
The Shadow That Was Lost :( | 0 | 03/04/2011 |
letting go of all reality.. | 0 | 03/04/2011 |
LIFE FLIES BY AND SO DOES THE SUN SHINE :D | 0 | 01/07/2011 |
drip-drop- | 0 | 12/13/2010 |
the brewing | 0 | 12/13/2010 |
And those who desire | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
hear the dandlieons cry; a wonders delight | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
my lioness | 0 | 11/08/2010 |
the coffee mug of heaven | 0 | 11/07/2010 |
the children with the red balloons | 0 | 11/07/2010 |
your family definitions | 0 | 11/07/2010 |
your face | 1 | 11/07/2010 |
number one | 0 | 11/07/2010 |
looking through the frames of life | 2 | 11/06/2010 |
simply summer | 2 | 11/05/2010 |
winter's silent moon | 0 | 11/05/2010 |
summer gasps | 0 | 11/05/2010 |
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