Maia Padua

Rookie - 123 Points (Virgo / City of Gentle People)

A Poem, A Painting; A Dream - Poem by Maia Padua

My eyes nailed on the words written
On a leaf of paper floating in the air;

Misty eyes devoured the painted sunset
and feasted on every ray,
Painting of their love glared behind the clouds
As if hiding away.
Words formed from clouds where,
Memories rise within her reach
As she sits alone at the beach.

Her heart hums the tune of the days,
Sweetly blows the breeze,
Gently ruffles the leaves of yesterday.
As her eyes followed
The brown leaves gently falls on the ground.
Love gleefully waves at the blue skies
Welcoming the gentle drizzles, showering
New leaves slowly grow on every branch
Believing its strength as it strongly stand.

From blurred images appear gentle hands;
Gently lifting the waving sunset
Before darkness swallow its last ray
Lighting the place where love lies,
Warming the embers before it totally dies.
Burning with spoken promises
A promise of a beautiful tomorrow
A promise of a life together
A promise of a new love

As soft sound of a wave slowly splashes;
A cool dropp touches my face,
As I”m trying to catch the last painting,
My mind wandering, was it just a dream?


Comments about A Poem, A Painting; A Dream by Maia Padua

  • Rookie - 5 Points Subroto Chatterjee (1/28/2012 3:25:00 AM)

    All in one....you have been LIVING the dream!
    Cheers. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 6, 2011


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