I wasA Poem by R.A. Youngblood
I was aimlessly wandering on the gardens of freedom.
One owl was announced it's flight,
and sent a kiss to the dark.
Gold smell of the incense was pulling the sea on the violin strings,
and wrapped with the scarf of wind, it was walking with sails of love.
Moon leaned it's head,
and darkness was preserving it from my pain.
On my palm scent and warmth of his hand has remained.
I drew a heart with wooden pen on the yellow paper,
and i put it in the box at the top of my unread books,
and shut it for indefinite time.
Yes, i was your butterfly,
i was your little drop of dew.
I was your quiver at the cold nights,
sigh of your mouth.
I was that butterfly
who's wings touched your lips.
I was that mischievous wind who's passed through your hair.
Yes, i was your fire at the cold winter.
Yes, i was..
© 2012 R.A. Youngblood
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Last Updated on May 2, 2012
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