Wings Of Hope
So gently my wings will quiver, there will only be a breeze
So slowly I will fly towards you, my approach will be at ease
My touch will make you shiver, with anticipation and delight
Yet my fingers are only feathers, from the wings of the moonlit night
Then almost like a river, as one, we will flow down stream
Together to eternity, we will dance in our dream
2 comments:
Karin, wonderful poem - I can feel your emotion!! You certainly have some talents here, and ought to share more of them with your readers :)
I'm, however, lousy at writing poems, but I love to write stories! I don't read a lot of poems either, but enjoyed analyzing them while studying Enlish poetry :)
Well, sometimes they just emerge from the depth of my synapses. The words, I mean. For it's worth, but it's fun anyhow. Stories are fun too, think I'll have to write a really long one soon... I can almost feel how it's building up inside me, ready to burst out.
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