The flower . . . in the brookA Poem by MichaelOnly to behold, never to hold.You are like a flower . . . a beautiful flower . . . that floats on the water . . . along a brook . . . that gently flows by . . . before me. As the brook . . . carries you along . . . I can only behold . . . your perfect beauty. I run along the shore . . . as you undulate . . . with the round rocks . . . and leafy fauna. To reach down . . . and catch you . . . hold you . . . would mean . . . disaster. You would only . . . fall apart . . . in my hands. I can only behold . . . your beauty . . . and nothing more. I ache so . . . to hold you . . . I can only weep . . . silent tears . . . as I behold . . . the water . . . in the brook . . . take you away . . . from me . . . © 2008 MichaelFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on June 13, 2008 AuthorMichaelIrving, TXAboutThe big picture. That's what drives me. I have to see the big picture. And as it's displayed ever so clear, I frantically begin to write what I see. The action, the pathos, the dreams. They're all in .. more..Writing
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