A touch of my soul.


A Game


Poems got spilled onto your fingers
like smiles longing and
asked you if you could
go along the shady path
of memories and dreams.

You spread your arms and see stars
touch you just like soft leaves.
In the play of light and wind,
the sky is like a Christmas tree.

There are dancing silhouettes
in an unreal alley.
Poems, and smiles,
and fingers.



Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 11:13

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munir mezyed
this is absolutely an exquisite poem, excellent imaginary...the best part I like the most of it although i like it all:

There are dancing silhouettes
in an unreal alley.
Poems, and smiles,
and fingers.
2007-01-04


betsy
The game here, to this reader, is that of delicately playing with words to form phrases, beautiful sentence fragments, sentences and poetry in all its splendour. Very beautifully expessed.

betsy
2006-12-19



A most delicate text! beautiful!
2006-12-18