*****************To Natalie by R.T.
I am looking for her dark hair,
I find no peace, without eyes I see…
I wrote her name on forgotten walls,
But came the rain and washed it away…
I am rich for having her soul,
Imagining her dance around the fire of love…
I am poor because she is not here now
I wait for her... my ray of sun…
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3 comments:
You write very well.
Thank you, Minda,
I only rhyme the thoughts of my heart.
Now this is good, excellent, great. Your weakest stuff, I think, is the love poems, the "love you," "miss you," "wish you were here" poems.
Your best work, I think, is about abstract feelings and emotions -- time, angels, lilies, November.
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