Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Friday, November 7, 2008

Morning in the Valleys

Morning in the Valleys
By: Pmel Oki

Smile away the morning grey

And the lull of the Tlaloc’s rain

And rise from the gentle arms

Of Somnus and his reign

Oh what sweet lords of heavens give

For one in want of love

Only to be cursed -- remain

Seedless in the cove.

-- Spear me with Intelligence and I shall fall away --

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