Rain is licking the leaves of trees,
Complements to my burning glee.
Creating ponds in the dusky soil,
Staring deep in the eyes of my inner gargoyle.
Life is now wandering the crowded streets,
Filling the world with a breath of relief.
Surrounding every hurting man,
Makes ebony and ivory walk hand in hand.
The core in my heart is now blinded with light,
Seductively from this epic night.
I am dancing through the solstice lair,
Notorious sex enthralls my air.
Eyes now lock with a flirtatious gaze,
Though walking with a mind of haze.
Bright rose cheeks and a catching breath,
Moralizing the idea of love and death.
Now, let the sun embrace the scarlet sky,
Whilst the seagulls spread their wings and fly.
Hope still streams our broken smiles,
And the sensitivity of Copenhagen stays for a while.
Smukt! Det eneste jeg har at sige, må være at 3. Vers i 2. Strofe virker lige et slag for kort. Men ja, jeg synes det er virkelig flot skrevet!!
SvarSletHehe tak :D - det er dog ikke nyt, bare rettet i fht. baggrundsfarven, og derfor kom det op forrest.
SvarSlethm, jeg kan ikke helt selv se, hvordan det halter - måske læser jeg det anderledes? :/ der er ca. 9 stavelser i hver strofe nemlig... Men tusinde tak for kritikken, tager det i hvertfald op til eftertanke!