Tangerine steps

Tangerine steps

A Poem by Nona

Millions miles of tangerine steps,

Non-stop trotting the globe of desires,

Geographical clashes of inspiring dreams,

Topographic falls of unconquered empires.

 

Eastern eyes are sparkling with no stars for me,

Western smiles are burning with a frozen fire,

I am seeking and seeking with a hope of slavery,

Like a hungry spirit of a hunting vampire.

 

Never exhausted and forever enchanted,

With tangerine steps continue my traveling,

I will find you, my love, wherever you’re hiding

Wherever you sit and patiently wait for me!

© 2012 Nona


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Life's filled with dreams and the love's filled with scent of angels's afeems .. Am glad to read this coolio write. Sorry but as i always say i gotta say it again, your cool!
I loved this stuff, am glad that before leaving the site am able to read such kinda great writers stuffs.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This was refreshing, like a juicy tangerine. Does the slavery line refer to the hope slaves felt to be free?

zest/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is soooo passionate. The search, for the one, is one we all have known and one that continues for many into what seems forever. You write so beautifully. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Sounds like you follow the foot steps of another...blinded by the beauty of a sunrise...colored with yellow and blue...behold the tangerine skies. You cross the invisible space of amusement and fantasy.

Posted 11 Years Ago


in this dance upon the blue earth , we move , we flow , we discover

Posted 11 Years Ago


Didn't know vampires had spirits. ;) Well constructed and very atmospheric!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Nona

12 Years Ago

spirit does not care if you are vegetarian or drink blood! spirit is an engine of endless suffering .. read more

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Added on July 24, 2012
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Nona
Nona

Montreal, Canada



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