eyes are closed surfing your thoughts ones in remember some in forgot left toes dip in the water that's cold sun sets a heat on shoulders exposed.
smoke from the wood stove rides frigid night air snow laden trees travel distant wolves howl babbling brook under clear sheet of ice moon casting shadows and thoughts you think twice.
one bead of sweat drips off your nose your best day in life, the one that you chose!
lay down on your belly spread the grass to help see a field full of wonder a field full of dreams plots getting thicker as days pass you by gesture intense......a need to apply~
~Bentlee~
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
It's been said many a time how we write our script.
sundayrose1san francisco, California USAJan 12, 2014
I do this many a times Bentlee, just close my eyes and all those memories floid my mind. Uninvited often. And what a deluge of happiness and pains I feel.
Thanjs for sharing. Welcome back. I haven't read from you in a whike.
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Thanjs for sharing. Welcome back. I haven't read from you in a whike.
SR