(a reply on Pablo Neruda's Tonight I Can Write)

on starry nights,
while the wind blows
empty feelings
from your window
to mine. know that
i am here. grasping on
sepia photographs.
silently asking,
wishing,
longing.






Poetry by lavenderstar
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Written on 2007-05-05 at 13:29

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Gopi
Really nice piece. What an embellished passion! great.
2007-05-05


Zoya Zaidi
Most beautifuly done LS!
I hope Pablo Naruda was alive, he would have loved it...and God knows? may have come to you in answerto this...
(((Hugs)))
Welcome to the bay!
Love, Zoya
2007-05-05