The boy


Measuring all dark hills
the horizon can commence
the boy purges the passing
pending one poignant word.


In a bird's eye he dreams
leaping at the winds revision
the trees takes his breath
and the air is like belonging.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2005-11-13 at 23:02

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
AH! The state of mind you put me in! Yet again another fantastic write by you!

I love it!
2005-11-14


Zoya Zaidi
Where were you all these days?
A perfect nostalgic take on boyhood,
Dreams, desires, unfulfilled...
And yet! The innocence intact...
and a childlike quality with it...

Bob! Bob! Bob!
You are amazing...
(((hugs)))
Zoya
2005-11-14