Staring without tears,
intent, sinking under love.
Sunshine blinks mercy.
Your walk round, impeccable,
immeasurable sweetness.
Staring without tears,
intent, sinking under love.
Sunshine blinks mercy.
Your walk round, impeccable,
immeasurable sweetness.
Angels, Dance, Day Job, Depression, Idealism, Love, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital, Tanka
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#1 by Evelyn on March 30, 2011 - 7:25 am
Wow. This is so sweet, romantic, loving.
Tanka suits you.
#2 by Carl on March 31, 2011 - 12:11 am
Thank you. Form controls my blabber.
#3 by carldagostino on March 30, 2011 - 8:49 pm
“sunshine blinks mercy” I love creative metaphors with imagery
#4 by Carl on March 31, 2011 - 12:11 am
Thank you for your comment.