I Walk With You


A smile or smirk,
I do not know,
Begins its birth
upon his face.

Head slightly bowed
as if in thought,
About what,
I do not know.

Whispered words
quiet and soothing,
I could not hear
What you tried to say.

Where this river flows
I do not know,
I simply know
I walk with you.





Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2008-06-11 at 16:12

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Enjoyed the subtle enigma of these words.
2008-06-13


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
A very interesting poem...and I particularly like
the lines, "Begins its birth
upon his face."

Stan
2008-06-11