Tuesday, November 4, 2014

The Walkers



The Walkers
Be still my heart
Beating violently with
Passion for you~
This day – this moment
Filled with shadows of love
Sun streaming juices
For your sweet lips.
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We walk
into the woods
under pretense of
Wildflowers to be plucked
But there are none to gather.
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Do not turn away my adored
For you are the blood
Flowing in my veins ~
Keeping me alive.
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Do you not sense my hunger?
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I am not a prince
Or a king upon a throne.
I am a lonely beggar
Knocking at your door.

© Natala Orobello

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