Children Of Loss
subtle creatures, without face
sparked with life, from spirit fed
assemblaged to live
to set foot, another world...
14 October, 2012
What Is Love
On a summers day, in a shady wood somewhere, near a quiet pond,
a grasshopper asked the frog, sitting on a water lily,
What is love?
a near by swallow chirped in and said:
It is when you feel as though you can keep flying up and up so high in the sky and feel the sun rays on your soul.
Children Of Loss
Submitted by Ian, poetry 14 October, 2012
Categories The Arts
subtle creatures, without face
sparked with life, from spirit fed
assemblaged to live
to set foot, another world
What Is Love
Submitted by Ian, poetry 7 October, 2012
Categories The Arts
On a summers day, in a shady wood somewhere, near a quiet pond,
a grasshopper asked the frog, sitting on a water lily,
What is love?
a near by swallow chirped in and said:
It is when you feel as though you can keep flying up and up so high in the sky and feel the sun rays on your soul.
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