Its not a breathe
Its a gulp
A bucket of emotion that moves up within me As I watch not, under this oak tree
The sun shines thru
And there is the shadow of me dancing around the tree,
Ullimenescent,
And my mind wants to stand up
And dance that dance as one
But my feet are glued They are glued to not define the moment either
To gulp into the emotion
Its so beautiful its pure love
karen 2012
No comments:
Post a Comment