Theme: Sun

Nature's Poetry

The grains of sand,
slipping through my fingers
Refusing to hold on
I open my hand and let go
They’re free

Within minutes
the sun writes poetry in the sky,
takes a bow
The waves reach out to its rhyme
Lovingly caress each other
My melancholy blues recede
with each rise and fall
It's music to my soul
I’m free


More By  :  Flawsome A

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Comment Awesome poetry babe.

20-Mar-2011 09:28 AM

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