May 13, 2011
A golden heart beats against my breast,
ting, ting, ting
I paint colors across the evening sky,
I am the courage that makes birds fly,
Life flowing through my ancient hands,
Strong and green,
young and bright,
Waves crash against pink shores,
as metallic scales dissapper into the surf,
Pure white bodies prancing through dark trees,
tossing their manes in fury,
I am the light in the storm,
My moon of silver,
and sun of gold,
revolve in harmony,
I am laughter and tears,
I am the songbird who jeers,
I pull the sunrise to the horizon.
I am all things beautiful.
All things that make our hearts soar above the ground,
all things that allow us to fly.

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Love.Hate.Passion. said...
Oct. 7, 2011 at 10:19 pm
Totally agree with CarrrieAnn13. Your a great poet , keep it up!
CarrieAnn13 said...
Jun. 18, 2011 at 11:20 pm
Let me say that you have excellent imagery in this poem, sorlageal.  I could picture everything perfectly and I loved the description here.  Excellent job!
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