Kisses are the blossoms
Fallen to the river
Touching with calm softness
Yet strong as the tide can make them
Rippling in the currents
Of the rushing river
They are mine forever
Taken from their giver
Smooth to worldly roughness
Placid on the stormy lake then
Floating like a flower
On a rushing river
Kisses are the breezes
Blowing on the river
Brimming with refreshness
Touching early evening darkness
Given unto blossom
These blooms of the giver
Kisses are the blossoms
Fallen from the giver
Pressing gentle softness
On the lips pursing to take them
Burning on the surface
Of my rushing river
6 comments:
Very romantic!
Blessings
huhu this is nice and i like your blog! thank you for sharing this. my entry: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/fluttering-in-an-envelope/
I've never thought of a kiss as being "mine forever", but it's true. What a brilliant thought and line in this wonderful poem! Very nicely done! Love the picture, too!
Here's a memory from me: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/forever-changed-2/
I am so happy to have found this on Gooseberry Garden. I so enjoyed your poem. I have tried one for the first time. This is my entry http://gatelesspassage.com/
love it.
mind blowing imagery.
agreed nice images...
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