A Close MomentA Poem by BekaI hope you can see the scene.Hold my hand Lean close to me Brush my hair away It starts soon I close my eyes I feel the warmth it dances around me I feel the breeze kissing me softly The soft earth on which we sit a top a hill I smile to myself I feel it getting darker I open my eyes Orange Yellow Red Pink A beatiful spectrim I feel your hand Softly squeese mine I smile more and look away and into your eyes And they smile back What a beautiful sunset.
© 2008 BekaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 19, 2008AuthorBekaWhere Ever my mind is most comfortable pretending to be., OKAboutMy name is Rebekha and I am a mass of contradictions and I suffer from the constant memories of my passed lives. (Not ones where you turn into insects or animals) I believe it is what inspires me to .. more..Writing
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