Dandelions can be so beautiful after the rain...
On a green carpet, dandelions
have bloomed after the rain. And
the sky is cloudy. Feelings rise when
the metal sound beating off
the rails and my soul vanishes.
There smell the fields and hopes
that I will see you again. There
smell memories of shady places
where we used to meet.
In your face, there would open
a flower with pleasure, and
I did not let it close and fade.
Now, you are waiting for me with the
same longing, or doubt. I kiss you and
smile: 'How beautiful you are',
and wait for the moment
when your soul talks.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-12-16 at 19:37
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Dandelions
On a green carpet, dandelions
have bloomed after the rain. And
the sky is cloudy. Feelings rise when
the metal sound beating off
the rails and my soul vanishes.
There smell the fields and hopes
that I will see you again. There
smell memories of shady places
where we used to meet.
In your face, there would open
a flower with pleasure, and
I did not let it close and fade.
Now, you are waiting for me with the
same longing, or doubt. I kiss you and
smile: 'How beautiful you are',
and wait for the moment
when your soul talks.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 850 times
Written on 2006-12-16 at 19:37
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