We sit
on opposite sides of the grand canyon,
but you still figure out a way
to reach out for my hand.
The fog on the glass
that boxes us in
shields us from the world in motion.
We stand
still as it spins
like a ballerina in a music box.
Our hearts, heavy,
brimful of ecstasy.
Our hands, inspired,
running with imagination.
The sun breaks through the window
and exposes the thoughts
that are set ablaze behind your eyes.
Oh, how I love the way you think.
like it? yes or no. :) thanksssssssssss
hmmmm...
its origional and i like that
i like the bit about grand canyon
does this have a personal meaning by any chance
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yesssssssss.....wow it's beautiful!
I rather like it myself, but it dosn't ryme. O well, that dosn't matter. It's lovely! Can you look at mine?
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Thanks!
First and last line...
L1, let us see the distance without using the Grand Canyon as your gap.
Last line, not sure, doesn't work for me personally.
All in all, I think this is a very nice poem, conveying the message and flowing nicely.
It's pretty good
like it
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