Nature's Hidden Beauty
12 October, 2002
Author: Pamela O'Brien
The gravel road that runs beneath the branches of the willow trees,
Which weave in and out of one another like an infant child in the arms of its mother.
The majestic mirror which is the sea of neverending mystery,
Reflects the moon - to which its tides like soldier to captain they do rise.
The wind that so evasively blows and leaves no trace as to where it goes,
Like the rush between two lovers souls in finding themselves to be exposed.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Luc (67.37.232.186) -- Thursday, November 14 2002, 06:12 am i loved the last line. keep writing. |
| Pamela (66.38.146.88) -- Saturday, November 16 2002, 12:52 am I am one :o) And thanx |
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