Poem

in #poetry7 years ago

Silent blows in the evening wind.
Each layer of skin...
Oblige to receive.

Laying in the night embrace.
A wild desire seeps in,
To touch ground.
Everyone's ground.

When hearts burns,
Which notes pervades?

When gazes crosses
When voices...
When touch.

When leafs land
And the sun seems humble,
Floating,
On the wondrous space.