WALKING PATH

 

I wasn't
Sleeping
I wasn't
Singing...

I lost myself
In her kisses
which flowered
In my bones...

Now my
Entire body
Is like a
Painting brush
which is
Full of colours..
My walking path
Will write poetry
From now on.





Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2008-05-20 at 07:04

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Anne Westlund
anoop

This is a beautiful poem. Keep on writing!

Anne
2008-05-31


Peter J. Kautsky
must be nice to reach a point where life becomes a poem. enjoyed this,. pete
2008-05-28


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
anoop...keep on your walking path..you express yourself
in poetry beautifully

Stan
2008-05-20