Yours.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Your voice I want, let it echo.
So soft, like a warm summer breeze.
It is you I want.
Innocents falling fresh, draping the land, you are a snowflake.
River volume flowing along, sea bound, you are oceans.
My smile feels you, my Goddess of stars, I admire.
From your single breath, I am breathing of you.
Take me, give to me yourself.
Only this would be my perfection, yours.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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