Exceedingly Joyful
Rain pelting on roof
when there should be snow...
visions of lilies
on descending slopes.
Let's climb that hill,
and then lay down...
to feel heartbeats
of ecstacy.
Our sweet voices
on soft winds...
seek Heaven.
But
can urge
end?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
