In all happiness there is a tinge of fear.


Nr 15


Long dappled grass
streaming up the hill
flowing
over the edge

deep down below
chanting
all along the shoreline
tonsure skulls
shiny grey
their light-green wreaths of hair
floating on the water

In the long, blowing grass
a child spreads its arms
dancing with the wind
up the hill




Poetry by fazza
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Written on 2005-10-30 at 11:39

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R.K.Singh
It is such poems that appeal to me most. Keep it us, fazza.
R K
2005-11-22


penfold18
This gave me a very nice feeling, especially the ending just what i needed.
2005-10-30



yes, just a tinge...
oh, i remember having read this one before, isn't it beautiful?...
2005-10-30