Spent in quiet moments at home


The winds gentle brise

A gust of wind,
Blows the wind chimes into a ballade fit for kings.

The natures music flowing through me,
and the suns gentle rays caressing my skin,

And even though im seeing natures theatre,
In all its beauty, it is naught compared to you.

You whom forever will be my gust of wind,
My everlasting sunshine,
My never ending ballade of music.

Every day, of every hour,
In my heart.




Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2006-06-29 at 22:34

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Malin Johansson
Very very beautiful poem here :))
Regards and Kram :))
2006-06-29


Arti
Awww. I love this oh-so-romantic theatre of love.
((hugs))
Arti.
2006-06-29