As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Thursday, January 26, 2012

little snippets cinquain style poetry



Friends
Who hear
Will feel beauty
The light from within
The glowing radiance will
Shine



Music
Means nothing
Without trusted ears
An open heart wont
Hear



Flowers
Open slightly
The emerging beauty
Waits with patience for
Spring



Silence
Does vanish
And freedom escapes
And takes to flight
Forever



Fear
Is crushed
When one believes
Those invisible boundaries will
Break



Hours
Can pass
Minutes stand fixed
As time falls fast
Away

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