Sunday, February 28, 2010

My heart cries out

A solemn breeze

Does the air

His pants

From a tired heart

Sets to flight

The butterfly

Who do leaves

His role

Miles away

Reached here

To rest on

The moor

But the wind

This came about is

Not the same

And still on the ground

The heart that cried

Accesses

For the heart

There is no really

But the heart, the left

Feelsnot the same

And the screams

Easily dismissed

The butterfly

It took flight

Because of the eyes

Many

The magnificence of it

And glorious flare

Has a lot to say

To have enough

His eyes caught while

The hearts touched

Along his journey

Here

Talked with them

Stabbed them all

Triggered her love,

Their hate and fear

A tired heart

SA alone

SpreadingHis love

All

Does the knee

To beg and plead

As it dips

Crawling Down

The wind continues

It does not stop

Whisking by

The levy

Any limit set

It stood in the way

She went;

Yes, anyone

It blows from the right

How to fly the butterfly

Not the direct route

It takes

But now you see

When it stops

Their goal

Itmakes

The cry of the heart

The message that

The breeze

Carries on

It stays out

Up in the air

Long after the

Heart away

The butterfly takes off

And does the wind

When she was still

Much to share

Soon, the butterfly sees

The wind feels they

As it blows

Right through the hair

She closes her eyes

And cocks his head

Comforted by

The feeling

Then give him a call

With no reason to

Because she knows

His love is real ...

They resist the weary heart.

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