The stillness of the moment.
When my senses melt away
Gives way to a dream;
Poignant in nature.
This one moment, overflows,
To tranquilize , a lifetime.
The alluring pain, is held,
With hands of the soul.
A soul, which is and
Which is not, sentient.
Feeling , and perceiving, the warmth,
Of the sting.
Not being able to feel,
Any other touch.
It is the touch of love,
A touch to die for.
-Alisha
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14 years ago
2 comments:
everyone longs for the touch of their sweetheart. for ppl who still yearn for a lover, the longing is much more
nice poem :)
hello miss wazz up!!!! u r rocking yaar... well keep it up ....
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