Nature's Chokehole
The clouds turn purple
As the sun goes down.
I listen to the wind
and it's beautiful sound.
I listen... |
| Nature Poems | Posted: 03/12/2007 @ 7:29am |
What My Dreams Make Of Me.
What I think of
Is not what it seems.
What I say is
Is not what it means.
It's what I dream
To say ... |
| Dreams Poems | Posted: 03/12/2007 @ 7:27am |
Are We Lovers?
Four feet,walking.
One in front of the other.
There's four feet because
there's two lovers.
... |
| Love Poems | Posted: 03/12/2007 @ 7:27am |
