World
You are the Summer breeze
that ruffles my hair
your kiss
rippling the length of my spine
leaving me, breathless
falling
falling
falling
You are the tornado
that rips up the roots of sapling trees'
then flings them up in the air
among devastated towns and cities
Charity will follow in your wake
but you will not see me there
for...
I am in tranquility
the penultimate place before peace
When you are nothing
except warm air
you may greet me there
You are the hurricane
a punch in the solar plexus
Time goes
reeling backwards
leaving me, breathless
falling
falling
falling
a feather from an angels wing
winston plowes
Mon 1st Nov 2010 13:08
A feather from an angels wing! brilliant stuff! Win