Thy love gives me voice.
Between the lines I scribble,
I yearn, surrender.
My quill yields, ingeminate,
I paint my paper with you.
Between the lines I scribble,
I yearn, surrender.
My quill yields, ingeminate,
I paint my paper with you.
Ripe autumn air’s come to bless. Showering sweet November caress. We could be holding hands and walking, Silent but still talking. Faint glimmer in heart. White winters, no flowers in sight. Frosty December moonless night. And here I am hoping for your arm, To keep me safe, to keep me warm. Faint glimmer in heart. The year twenty twelve is leap they say. Oh! I can hope some more, there’s one more day. Hope for smiling summers with you, Hope for blessings to rain through. Faint glimmer in heart. Dying, not yet vanished, There’s a faint glimmer in this heart. Linking with Trifecta : Week Fifty Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteVery nice !
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Gattina
DeleteAh, to feel that passion and strength.
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Would be a blessing, I guess.
DeleteI always enjoy your poetry!
ReplyDeleteAnd I always enjoy hearing from you.
DeleteThank you Sarah for such sweet compliments.
I have done that, and it fills me with such joy and peace. What a wonderful post!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Judie. It is good to hear that you could relate so well.
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