...taken, simply taken...

Whisked Away

Whisked away
By a short moment of bliss
By a word, a laugh
A compliment perhaps,

Whisked away
By the breeze of wind
Oozing through, across your pretty face
taking you away to a place
I'd like to call peace

That same wind
Brushing the bristles of your hair,
Simply to die for

Whisked away by a smile
Then you smile back
And I am, whisked away...

Poetry by kip
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Written on 2007-05-16 at 17:23

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Rob Graber
And "whisked away" is this reader by the gread sounds this poem makes!