As the sun drains
from the sky the
world dies and
my fingers fill
into the spaces
I've lived through
The physical stories
still breathing as
memories embedded
in the vivid settings
inside my heart
to after a spring rain
when a sister and brother
played by a flooded curb
in love with rushing water
.
8 comments:
i'm in love with rushing waters too. :)
very lovely.
I'm in love with everything you write.
LOVE!
I LOVE rushing water too! <3
I remember those games, in yellow coats and gum boots. Leaves and Sticks make awesome boats.
hi haze, thnx. it is truly fascinating, my cats love it too. :)
hi tywo,thank you, everything you write moves me too.This is one of my fondest memories :)
hi roseanna2u, thnx for the nice comment :)
hi whatever, wow, you got that right, like you were there too. i was worried I didnt put enough description in there so it really made me smile when I read your comment. thanks :)
lovely memories... a beautiful bond
Lovely way to express these memories that link us to the most precous people of our lives and the most exciting moments when with a simple branch od a tree you can create another world.
This is absolutely gorgeous.
It painted an image of a past memory in my head.
Your words live and breathe beauty.
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