If poems could change people...
When I want to talk,
I close my eyes and see
the heaven's river.
It flows in my words.
Its clarity and peace
are in my soul.
When I look at you,
I know you are the part of it,
too. You spread your arms
into embrace, you look for a
nice melody to take and
caress you.
When the unrest enters your words,
and the suspicioin blazes in anger,
I tell you a poem,
as mild as a gentle word.
As strong as love.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 16:24
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Love
When I want to talk,
I close my eyes and see
the heaven's river.
It flows in my words.
Its clarity and peace
are in my soul.
When I look at you,
I know you are the part of it,
too. You spread your arms
into embrace, you look for a
nice melody to take and
caress you.
When the unrest enters your words,
and the suspicioin blazes in anger,
I tell you a poem,
as mild as a gentle word.
As strong as love.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 435 times
Written on 2006-11-28 at 16:24
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