Friday, 20 February 2009

leaving at dawn

They left at dawn
packed their sandwiches
and things

never tiring
they walked and came to
a precipice

approaching the end
they pointed- euphoria;
for they had seen

the sun
at

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous20 February 2009 at 21:16

    You came to my place for a coffee, but I was not there and yet you still stayed awhile, to ponder my words and be kind enough to leave a comment.Thanking you.
    I'm glad you found me, as now I have had the chance of finding you and reading your words; which I have to say I like very much. My sort of Poetry. Nothing too complex for my brain and words to ponder that makes oneself think/feel.

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  2. Unknown21 February 2009 at 08:16

    I love your poem - it has a Zen like simplicity and profound spiritual connection :)

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