Around The Sun At Sunset

Around The Sun At Sunset

Around The Sun At Sunset

Written: © Maxima

Around the sun at sunset
Weavers drape night’s cloth
The street smells like a desert locust
And you,
Dear me,
No end.

O!
I’d give anything in this world
To now be next to you, to the
Secret chambers of your heart, but
Drunk with longing, it’s an
All night walk.

Lips are now lucky to ponder
Tell the story of the Golden link
The kiss he wanted this night
From his favorite sweet princess.

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11 thoughts on “Around The Sun At Sunset

  1. nightlake April 20, 2013 at 08:33 Reply

    nice..and a beautiful photo

  2. hodgepodge4thesoul April 20, 2013 at 05:31 Reply

    A very beautiful verbal portrait, Stefan.

  3. Carolyn Hughes April 19, 2013 at 21:28 Reply

    Gorgeous words and photo 🙂

  4. penpusherpen April 19, 2013 at 17:54 Reply

    loving the imagery of ‘weavers drape night’s cloth’ xx

  5. RoSy April 19, 2013 at 14:48 Reply

    Beautiful & loving as your heart.

  6. Maxi April 19, 2013 at 14:11 Reply

    Lips are now lucky … lot of power in these words.
    blessings ~ maxi

  7. adinparadise April 19, 2013 at 13:42 Reply

    Beautiful poem and sunset, Stefan. Filled with such yearning too.

  8. Angela April 19, 2013 at 12:32 Reply

    I love this line:
    ‘Weavers drape night’s cloth’
    ~ beautiful imagery.

  9. Lucia April 19, 2013 at 11:26 Reply

    A lot of charm and sweetness
    I love words of the final sentence !

  10. Patricia Awapara April 19, 2013 at 11:08 Reply

    So loving!

  11. lgyslaine April 19, 2013 at 05:59 Reply

    Beautiful poem 🙂

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