A Belle In the Wind

completely anthropoid

I’m floating like the leaf that dances in silent corridors.

I’m floating.

I’m crisscrossing in an ocean that is pronoun of the sintering value.

I sinter with the petals.

I’m burning. I’m burning. That behemoth addiction is burning.

It flusters. I fluster.

I exist. Only with you, I exist. I am.

 

And without the limitation of disposition, without the flexing muscles of luminary substance, we can be.

I am. You are. Let us be. But without you I demise. Depart. Succumb.

 

You are alive like the nonexistent oak in my psyche.

That’s what I am; mind.

You are swaying, a belle in the wind.

Carry me with you.

 

The willow glistens, glistens like wet moss near a river bank.

You glisten.

Reviews

[Blue Sky]

A most beautifying piece,

it just flows so phenomenally,

filled with great mystifying wonders,

I love the wordings you use, and
the way it made one feel with these words

such a excellent piece! I love this..!

Rena~

[Edward Clay]

theres a glisten within this itself. a distinct nature; breath of. i noticed this with a few titles of your poems as i browsed, and immediately i felt compelled - intrigued, and almost hue-drowned - im a nature lover, so these cerainly speak and i hold a passion of empathy with them. wonderful free verse flow and passionate. a tranquility. if you havent already heard of him, check out nick drake - i think you'd like him from what i've read.

[Broken.]

Ooo. Another about.. you know??
Haha I can say that now :]
I love it of course! ^_^