Sometimes, I wonder where this stuff comes from. I'll go for MONTHS with out writing anything and then something will pop into my brain and in a nano-sceond and I'm done.
Here you go:
The Gothic Lorde
That I adore
Raven's wing in flight
Nicneven's wings
Go in between
A bleeding heart at night
A bleeding heart
That's torn apart
By unrequited love
A new moon full
The greatest pull
On doves wings full of love
K.Campbell
I really like your poem... good images. I tend to not know where my words come from either Kim. They just sorta come along or fall out. :^)
ReplyDeleteSherry
Wow...extraoridinary!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poetry.
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