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SUMMER DREAMER ( 196 Views)
written by : ROMI-CLAIRE
Breathing warm, viscous air I watch you sleep,
The hill of your little hip a miniature
Of my own.
The old fan stuttering its useless breeze
Across the bed. The cool cotton sheets
Offer no comfort in the heat.
Your crown, a sodden garland adorns you,
As the phantoms of your dreams tussle
Under your eyelids
Trying to escape
To a cooler place, and play
With the shadows on your face....
A face flushed with false fever.
On your sticky lip, beads sit;
Indolent dew on a bloom.
The orchid in the hothouse secretly grows
In the night. And I wont know
Till light, what seeds the sun has sowed
In your dreams.
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I love it, well done! writen by Wally
I LOVE YOUR USE OF IMAGERY, IT GI VES THE POEM A MORE VIVID REPRESANTATION IN ONES MIND writen by angelminx
Oh geez, that's amazing! It makes me ache for for childhood. writen by Anobium
