I was going through some old notes and came across a poem that a friend had written for me...said that I inspired them to write it. I think its beautiful...thought I would share it.
Like a feather that drifts, floating silently without a sound,
like a pretty image that seems so profound,
thoughts wonder our minds and urge our need to be found,
yet we drift and wait without a sound.
Our souls wish for depth without hesitation,
an emotional uplift that adds to a beautiful sensation,
the need to create lasting friendship and admiration.
But to fulfill a mind with this type of sensation,
is a lasting journey, a voyage,
that floats like a feather without hesitation.
unknown "Italian Beauty" Sad
- 15 years, 9 months ago
