Crisp Peaces

July 20, 2009
By FlamableFyre DIAMOND, Spartanburg, South Carolina
FlamableFyre DIAMOND, Spartanburg, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
I don't have ambitions or desires.
Being a poet isn't my ambition,
it's my way of being alone.
~ Fernando Pessoa ~


the darkened road was soft
beaneath my feet , old and worn
so that it felt like a
tanned cloud od old stories
my dress billowed behind m,
my bonnet had been blown off my
head, hanging on by a thread,
'bout my neck
my mantle draped on my shoulders,
the crisp blows drowning my face
still, i stride on
and when i at last arrive
my skin was set afire by the the
simple love of having him
in my vision
my heart, sending a haze of gold
warmth through my body
flowing through me like a
dreamy stream
his hand brushed atop mine, a
peace
that gave me an eternity of
love and peace


The author's comments:
I love to read and write, and i love looking at art, even though i can't draw. when i grow up i hope to be an author, pshychologist, or work with autistic children.

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