May 9, 2012
And all my ambitions can go to waste,
books of knowledge to burn:
firewood, crackling in the deeps.

Let us toss out our cares,
litter the forest floor with burgeoning aubergine.
The green's children we shall be.
Grass stains and I am complete...
Our path, crunching over leaves...

A bed of boughs made before us,
lazy love and shade of my heart:
bonfire, crackling in the deeps.

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LetLoveIn... said...
May 12, 2012 at 12:40 pm
I really like your style!! This poem really made me direct all of my attention to this, and nothing else. Keep writing:) you are certainly talented.
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