Train Blossom

09.05.11

 

Tip-toing traffic lights

Of flower Beams.

The awakening taste of

Spring repaints the

Dash marks of broken

Kisses.

 

Lullaby owls tantalize

The sterile

Vowel.

There is no space

For the mouth to

Borrow the arrow

Of sorrow. 

So Bow to ear

Lets follow thus far

Incantation.

 

Let me bathe

Thy surged foul

Veins,

Regain

The bliss of glowing

Rays

Let the skin

Smile another

Day. 

Reviews

[zainul]

Found a special expression in this write.

[Luna]

:) - Makes my heart smile knowing it is enjoyed! May I ask you for some advice, I am trying to get my writing more out there, and I'm not too good with the website - can you suggest anything else?
Many thanks

[zainul]

This is a great pleasure of mine.
Never worry about the website.
Just post your work and try to explore its resources.
It will be ok soon.