...first it was 'Sometimes i feel i am the rain' by Zoya, then came '...a leaf' by kip, then '...the flower', again by Zoya, i also saw '...the sun' by Marie and more on the 'Sometimes i feel...' pieces, i present, as suggested by Zoya Zaidi...
And you're the flower that in my path
i see,
Your succulent self brightly poised
atop the peak of a rose filled shrub,
Waiting for your pollen grains to be devoured
And scatterred by an eager me
Sometimes when the busy bee in me
is trodding the sunny sky,
The beauty of your pinkish hue
still clothed in the drying drops of the rain,
The subtle vulgarity of your exposed petals
hidden beneath the vast translucency of the misty air
calls out to a yearning me
Sometimes when the unfiltered rays of the sun
permeate the gases in the air and fall upon you
making glossy your pleasant petals,
My eyes halt their prowl,
A prolonged rush through my petit body
And i choose not to look any farther
Sometimes,
While I fly through the sky toward you,
And the sweet freshness of your scent
has filled every inch,
The clinging leaf beside you loses his sheepish smile,
For I the bee has seen a rose,
Whose graceful style has caught his eye.
Poetry by kip
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Written on 2006-02-01 at 14:50
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...Sometimes I feel I am a bee...(as suggested by Zoya)...
Sometimes i feel i am a bee,And you're the flower that in my path
i see,
Your succulent self brightly poised
atop the peak of a rose filled shrub,
Waiting for your pollen grains to be devoured
And scatterred by an eager me
Sometimes when the busy bee in me
is trodding the sunny sky,
The beauty of your pinkish hue
still clothed in the drying drops of the rain,
The subtle vulgarity of your exposed petals
hidden beneath the vast translucency of the misty air
calls out to a yearning me
Sometimes when the unfiltered rays of the sun
permeate the gases in the air and fall upon you
making glossy your pleasant petals,
My eyes halt their prowl,
A prolonged rush through my petit body
And i choose not to look any farther
Sometimes,
While I fly through the sky toward you,
And the sweet freshness of your scent
has filled every inch,
The clinging leaf beside you loses his sheepish smile,
For I the bee has seen a rose,
Whose graceful style has caught his eye.
Poetry by kip
Read 590 times
Written on 2006-02-01 at 14:50
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