Innocence displayed
Like a little girl touching dandelions . . . a butterfly left behind on the doorsteps of winter . . .
Time , Time , Time
. . . so elusive , so undefined . . .
We have tried (so) true (only) we fall so short
Love . . . an instance in time . . . so passionate (in it's) displacement
We hope for love , but it lays like the cross at Jesus's feet . . .
We bury time , we bury love We bury ourselves in search of both
The little girl without a sense of time knowing only basic love . . . tenderness of care . . . and dandelions
Maybe we are the dandelions of time petals of love . . . surrounding each . . . In it's time . . . falling . . . one by one . . . like kisses given and taken . . . lost to time , in love , till the doorsteps of winter close in and freezes the moment
. . . alone . . .
love . . . time . . . dandelions . . .little girls . . . and innocence
Run away as fast as you can
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Author:
swingline (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Beautiful metaphors. I can get lost in them.
Thank you Agustus for reading and leaving a comment .
It paints a picture - good work s
Thank you for reading Michael .
a good one swingline
Thank you Rajkumar for reading .
sure i keep reading your poems,keep writing
You have a way with words. This was beautifully written
Thank so much Esmeraldaya for your comment .
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