The Rose that touch by Keith D Allison The passing of time the snow upon the mountain yet the heart is still move this distance song   Her passion was like the winds of the Sonora her beauty moves the eye like a grass fire raging in the wind   Hear her thunder of a thousand warriors marching she succumbed the breath that gave the motion to the heart   stepping into the shadows land wrapped in the warmth of her smile for ever, for ever to hold this dream of dancing 08/08/2008 Posted on 08/09/2008 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/09/08 at 02:51 AM Even though the swing from past to present tense felt a bit akward to me, this had a wispy ache to it that touched me deeply. Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/09/08 at 03:41 AM Beautiful heartbreak, sir. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)