A smile can mean so much.
You smile and do not know
that, at the same time,
a flower blooms somewhere.
You walk and do not turn back,
and, in your honour,
blossom falls like snow.
You carry joy in your soul,
and passion in your body,
and the child - the sense
the humankind is searching for.
From your breasts and thighs,
your lover gets up calmed and
enlightened by love.
A thought of you can revive
a room, in which nobody has been
for long, just like fire flaring
in the evening.
You smile, and do not know
that, at the same time,
a flower blooms somewhere...
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 11:57
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Oh, Woman!
You smile and do not know
that, at the same time,
a flower blooms somewhere.
You walk and do not turn back,
and, in your honour,
blossom falls like snow.
You carry joy in your soul,
and passion in your body,
and the child - the sense
the humankind is searching for.
From your breasts and thighs,
your lover gets up calmed and
enlightened by love.
A thought of you can revive
a room, in which nobody has been
for long, just like fire flaring
in the evening.
You smile, and do not know
that, at the same time,
a flower blooms somewhere...
Poetry by Dejan
Read 939 times
Written on 2006-12-18 at 11:57
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