![]() Divine DesireA Poem by silent tempestI want to write in colours, make their scent a sound. Taste the sweetness which they
offer, to life they make me bound.
But to write seems impossible, is the task to be foul? I tried to find the right
expression, but the words came none.
A white day broke, a day full of
light, I have to kill laziness, I have to
fight. I long for the seas and their lonely
waves, gulls flying high, squawking with
grace.
And to walk through the forests, of
singing birds and green, The meadows like honey, it’s a
summer’s dream. Though now it is winter and the
mountains covered with snow, the rain is approaching, with
lightning no slow.
The white city is waiting, waiting for me and my sun. I am no more dreaming, I'm there, living the fun.
In the city of white, with walls thick and wide. It's a circle of buildings, it's my home, finally I'm inside. © 2013 silent tempest |
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Added on July 9, 2013 Last Updated on July 9, 2013 Author![]() silent tempestPrague, Czech RepublicAboutI like to write even though I don't think I have the talent. more..Writing
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