agonia english v3 |
Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission | Contact | Participate | ||||
Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special | ||||||
|
||||||
agonia Recommended Reading
■ I know what you're thinking, father
Romanian Spell-Checker Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-07-28 | |
In my green days, I am twinkle of every eye
The caring touch of fingers, Vividness of young hearts, Playfulness of cool breezes, Blind trust of shadow-seekers, All feelings make me feel blessed. But the arrival of fall, makes my look dry Necessity of standing alone against the angry wind, Not a single touch or sound of playmates, Makes me to remember my green days, Constant blesses of smiling Sun keep me going. And spring approaches gradually… In my dark nights, I'm stepping each stone of imagination The caring thought of a stranger Vividness of moments long awaited Playfulness of a warm breathings Blind in the middle of unknown Knowing that here is known But waking up make me forget all The little world lost and grand appears Keeps me staying firm on each stone Wishing somehow to move on
|
||||||||
Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. | |||||||||
Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Privacy and publication policy