Cytherea How Does It Feel

I am a follower of Pastor Navy blog. While I consider myself his friend.
I like all his poetry.
With your permission I selected this one to share with you all @

"white heads"

Ember
I feel like the air that wobbles,

And while I sifted the golden hair,

I do not know if I know a few words to define love.

Love ... is a pain, sharp, sharp, smooth.

Love ... is how the verse, "with love" I write,

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Rhymes are my smile, my sadness or bitterness,

Between my life figure, the sea, the sun, the prairie,

"love" that is whole life piano music ,

Take a blind man's hand and accompany him to a sidewalk,

feel that my life whole is the sister of pain. -------------------------------------



Choose from a flower ... the rose how more beautiful,

I witnessed my tears, my smile waiting,

That life is a school ...

That teaches me so much ... both! -----------------------------------



Golden Spike white bread, restless soul,

Of love quiet, brave sea, river ice. Where

smile your feelings!

love Who do you sigh so?



Author: Marina Pastor
Posted by Marina Diez-Emer in Thursday, August 27, 2009 77 comments
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