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
~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.
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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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