Distant Calling...
waking...
my lips smile softly before i open my eyes
I can feel the warmth of a new sunrise
the first seeing moments, from window to floor
thick honey light, brilliant and pure
from where i lay, i reach my hand to the light
and it grabs me back, purile and bright
i think of the day and all that can be
there is a distant heartbeat calling to me
i cant see the sun from where i lay
but it holds my hand from so far away
Coutesy:CC
my lips smile softly before i open my eyes
I can feel the warmth of a new sunrise
the first seeing moments, from window to floor
thick honey light, brilliant and pure
from where i lay, i reach my hand to the light
and it grabs me back, purile and bright
i think of the day and all that can be
there is a distant heartbeat calling to me
i cant see the sun from where i lay
but it holds my hand from so far away
Coutesy:CC
posted by KM @ 11:03 PM
1 Comments:
i think ,it s one of the articles ,made me feel something,i dont know ,but i feel here the power of words and how we can writte just with easy and simple words,but includ a deep senses,just the good writter can do this
i m learn from tht more,i ll read more of ur articles ,god bless u
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