The night times knows me best When dark and cold… Like my emotions at late The gentle moon caresses my face And my tears… Are like scattered pearls of dew With flames licking within my heart That leaves me in a emotional turmoil With flames that burn my soul The expression on my face is cold My inner thoughts are dark When the pearls of dew turns hard My heart dies… And leave me Within this emotional turmoil I do not hate… I just don’t feel The gentle caress of the moon upon my face I am dead within my soul My soul of good turned bad Without you my mate of soul And nothing seems to matter As I turn around and walk away And the moonlights caress is gone And the scattered pearls of dew Becomes another lonely teardrop Of gold!!!
What heartbreak and turmoil in the words of a beautiful but sad and lonely write, Tinka! Keep writing.... our words in black and white heal our souls. Peace. Tinka
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Beautiful and sad. The music compliments the words very well.
Paul;-)
love and peace, Carole
peace and love, poetess,
carolyn
well done my poetic friend!
peace',
Rich Criso
I do not hate… I just don’t feel
this description is so right on, Tinka. beauty in the conclusion. I pray you choose to see in the golden teardrop the beauty that you are. Dawn
Every golden teardrop becomes part of the sea
where the moonlight's caress is forever.
Love & Light,
Joseph
Love and Hugs,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
the music is nice too! :)