Stranger
14 August, 2003
Author: Elizabetta
Golden sun ascends,
the perfect morn gives way
an in moves the raging heat
of a monster, sultry afternoon
yet still across the feild
I see you stand
remaining just as cool
as the morning past.
Yet when I melt into a puddle
it is nothing of
the penetrating rays
I can withstand their seering gaze
I liqiufy simply when
I enter the path of your eyes
And when we walk
together, yet apart
through the dying fields of grass
where ever creature
lies dormant to survive
oddly I'm assured that I
am more alive then ever.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Martin Vann (171.75.220.250) -- Friday, August 15 2003, 05:10 pm Elizabetta, You are among my favorite writers, you see and and make me, feel so much! Beautiful, what your heart shares with us. MartinV |
| Amy (74.141.19.254) -- Tuesday, May 20 2008, 05:06 am Elizabetta, you truly have a gift...I have been reading several of your poems and each one possesses true beauty and talent. Thank you for sharing your writings with us. |
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