Nights mist
around my eyes
very similar to the fog
we walked through.
God
I miss her,
and walks
once had meaning.
Similar,
to a ship in a bottle,
like lungs under pressure.
I used to breath
with her
when walks
had meaning.
Copyright (c)David DeSantis
SIGH... may be time to spend some more time in the pouch with the other one.. and just tigger bounce along together with a while..
I used to breath with her, David this happens to be the most remarkable of your works- It has an element of universality that would appeal everyone who has ever walked the tightrope of love
when walks had meaning. .................... David, when walks had meaning. 10.... Tsira
similar, to a ship in a bottle, like lungs under pressure. I loved how you describe the feeling here Thx alot for sharing ^_^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David I love this, it is excellent no fog in your brain my friend, 10 Lynda xx