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Click hereI will speak to you, not of love and loss,
heartache, war and vengeance.
I have no tale of erecting monuments,
heroes blood spilt, and horizonless journeys.
I will speak to you, not of symphonies,
blues, psychedelica, religion,
none of those I can give words.
I will speak, not of flesh, no words of wanton,
excruciating erotica exhibitions, flying, fucking,
flowing free on fifth dimensional carriers.
But I will speak,
of frogs, ferns and grindstones.
Dew at sunrise, breeze at sunset.
Soil, seeds and sandalwood.
Come closer child, and I will tell you,
all that matters.
Your poem has an amazing feeling of peace and tranquility captured within the last few lines. An eloquently beautiful submission. Welcome to Literotica!
It makes you seem much older than your own age. (According to your author info at least.) An experienced soul in a young package? :)
...is a new poet who looks like she will be a joyous addition to this community. Just a wonderful offering, of far, far better quality than is usually seen here from a newcomer. Keep this coming!