Feel the wind
Blowing void
An empty touch
Caressing skin
I spread my arms
And fold my soul
While hugging streams
Of oxygen
As lightness floats
These waves of sighs
Are bound to fuel
A finer high
That smiles in warmth
And teaches growth
By twitching flesh
And clenching throats
When showing us
That a fine tool for strive
Involves us feeling
Dissatisfied
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4 comments:
oh that was lovely... just enough rhythm to slid e o0ff the tongue,, and enough truth to fill a book....
Hi Gilson! Beautiful poem, beautiful words, and I love the image it evokes with arms spread and "hugging streams of oxygen" -- wonderful feeling! And I also love the line "these waves of sighs are bound to fuel a finer high" -- yes!! Great job, Gilson!
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"i spread my arms and fold my soul.." how perfect is that?
gilson, this poem was extraordinary...
Paisley, Clare, Rebecca, thank you for your comments! I really appreciate them, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem...
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