With You When Harsh Feelings Die Stirs
WITH YOU WHEN HARSH FEELINGS DIE (stirs--)
Love when harsh feelings die-stir my heart
fields like gold dreams sticking life
like humming bird's wings ~ hmm and imagine;
a bright sun hangs in place that burns my heart
feels mighty like olden days
when i picked red roses
which left all pink
--dreams which remind me of you
as June's garden full
of odours like when sweet
violets sicken. Then will
be you and me happy?
:: 10242015 ::
:: rev-10032016r02 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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