Wednesday, 18 July 2012
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Drought VI
She only breathes when it rains
And it hadn't rained in years
Like being punched in the stomach
Never to catch your-
He envelopes and intertwines
Accumulating in the air
To settle as dew
If the ground was fertile
She only breathes when it rains
He on the fertile plains
A hand swimming in the air
Trying to catch the one they-
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Comments (8)
Sometimes your poetry goes over my ---
Hehe! I love saintvi's comment! I'm still wondering who is punching the poor parched woman in the gut!
This poem is really -
@saintvi - @murisopsis - @Roadkill_Spatula - It is about lost love...or a love someone cannot attain...
I love these.
@Finity - Thank you dear. This is my favorite so far...
I have 2 more...I plan on keep on going...
This poem has an undertone of music I can feel.