Plinky: This Poem Is Brought to You By the Letter S

01 Aug

ive not written a poem for a long time. so i wonder at what standard this is in now..

here we go…

this might be superceedingly superficial.

saffron skies
sultry seawaves
swallows singing
something so surreal

sunflowers shine
sweet sensation
soulful, stagnant
something so serene

switching senses
sensual surrender
soleful sleeping
something so safe

secret, solitude
sensitive, self-fulfilling
surely satisfaction surfaces
something so sacred

its a nice feeling to be contented with what you have.


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Posted by on August 1, 2010 in i-Wish



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