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Answer
by Uriel TovarThe wind talks of nothing
But the essence of your hair
Tumbled in my thoughts
--Yesterday.
Feelings flow
Slicing through these notes
Softly touched
By fingers.
Do -- you
Know
The
Name of this song?
Listen close
And--it
Will tell
You
All you need to know.
Forward thoughts
March steadily to you
Holding close
--I'm falling now.
Grab my hand
Before the notes turn sour
The 6th measure is
The final one. 12/04/2004 Posted on 12/04/2004
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 12/05/04 at 12:34 AM Very lovely poem. =) |
| Posted by Alicia Vann on 12/05/04 at 08:18 AM I echo the sentiments, lovely. I need to find that place where I can write lovely poems again. I miss it. I enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 12/08/04 at 01:01 AM It is really tender, but kinda melancholy. I love it. |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/08/04 at 10:38 PM There is some kind of gentle sadness to this piece, very effective for the reader. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 12/09/04 at 05:09 AM This is my favorite of yours. It is a bit sad though. I would love to know the inspiration behind it! =) |
| Posted by Melina Raven Maness Diebold on 12/15/04 at 08:41 PM So soft and wiltingly nostalgic. Suits my mood today too. |
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