A strange breeze
from across the sea,
from a far away horizon
whiffed past,
bringing me meadows
and birds
and this and that.
Playing with my locks
and nuzzling my ear ring
it whispered
a mystery;
an unknown ache for
some long forgotten
pastures.
I fumble
to isolate
a closeness that can never be,
a love that’ll ever be nameless.
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7 comments:
Very nicely expressed.
A very beautiful poem.
tremulous, dainty thing this breeze...this poem...
very nice.
This is to be cradled. It is absolute purity.
i m sure that breeze isnt blowing from Japan...
mmm...nice...small impressions of something so big yet will never be...hard to wrap your mind around it but that is what it is...
That nameless love.. Those words used.. prefect expression.. I could feel the softness of this piece..
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