Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Descriptive

We use oceans, stars and the moon
Impossible dreams that come true 
Wildfires hearts and souls 
Eternity, a slow breeze blows 
Sands of a warm summer beach 
All we enjoy within reach 
Thoughts carry into the night
Mornings, an awesome delight
As love becomes fully known
We try to describe it in poems 






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