Over the Himalayas (October 2016) - “Sunlight streamed through grumbling storm clouds that played like tiger kittens around the mountain ridges.” ― Jane Wilson-Howarth, A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas
jeudi 25 novembre 2010
His name
His name
Twirling in my head
Like million poppies
Blossoming in my breast
Like water lilies
Caressing my belly
Like sweet daisies
His name
Letters
Gathered
In signification
Hanging upon
My silent
Mouth
3 commentaires:
je trouve ton blog super je reviendrai te rendre visite souvent,bonne soirée.
Merci beaucoup 'Mr Point' d'avoir découvert mon blog et merci pour le commentaire..à bientôt, Danielle
These last two poems remind me of someone who is suddenly falling in love. Norwegians have a word for it, forelskt. Hope all is well.
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