Sesame sprouts crumble the sweating dirt,
a summer breeze warms a valley’s breath,
brimming shores under the majestic sun
pave an endless river to all fates unknown.
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Very well penned 🙂
“endless river to all fates unknown” – nice.
nice poetry like the words
I like poems being symphonies and people being the orchestra. Your poems are beautiful. Keep it going. Thanks for checking out my work too, I really appreciate it.
I don’t write poems.
Or so i often say,
I don’t write poems.
Not even for a day,
I don’t write poems.
I hope that its okay,
I don’t write poems.
they’re stupid. They smell. They’re Gay.
be sure to read my short poem about world travel… I do some funky stuff but this was a real step in the new direction for me and i wanna know what you think!
http://powelly52.com/2015/01/18/rare-medium-a-day/
I am glad you think so highly of this medium of expression, although I found the irony quite charming.
You’ll find I’m quite charming in general. Like a paper plane pilot
Beautifully written. It reminds me of flash fiction but for poetry. You told a story with just a few well-worded lines. I love it.
Indeed, and that is the concept behind the title ‘Akaasi’, for it means ‘depict’ in my language. I thank you.