These are the treasures that fill my hands:
a box of wind, a cup of stars, a song.
You’ll find it easy to meet my demands
for these are the treasures that fill my hands,
an hour of love and a walk on the sands
a kiss in the rain. They hardly belong
to me, the treasures that fill my hands:
a box of wind, a cup of stars, a song.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Treasures
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16 comments:
beautiful...if onlys! loved this triolet, thank you.
"a box of wind, a cup of stars, a song."
beautiful :)
I'm with rambler - that line is memorable! Nice poem!
nice usage...treasures can be anything, can't it? :)
Like the usage of words and the way you've made it sound simple..
lovely, the simple treasures that are all the more precious for hardly belonging to us
i really like this poem.
this is gorgeous...so beautifully, beautifully done. bravo!
Totally beautiful!
Words guaranteed to make us smile
Those are the best treasures and you've captured them perfectly with you simple words. This is poetry at its best!
what a gentle beautiful descriptive piece. you have captured the essence of all that is important in our lives
Very well put!
the most perfect treasure so beautifully spoken...
Rambler's right. That is the standout line.
Very cool poem!
Treasures...indeed. Well done. Beautiful
love-bd
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