Summers they parch;
My lips they crust
I drink from thee.
Winters they freeze;
My lips they crust
You warmth me.
....................................
Hanging
amidst conversations are words
that we never said.
Your poem
waltzes on my lips;
I forget my own.
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i'm running out of words of appreciation. I am used to using so many of them. Your poem is beautiful.
The other poem that made u forget yours...were u talking abt mine..huh?
i meant i'm not used to using so many nice words
i'm not really into haikus...but like these :)thanks for sharing them.
The love in these made me smile :))
they are delicately poised..makin one want more n more...
you warmth me! ((()))
Dig some more, dan. If you find such beautiful treasures, dig some more :-)
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