Guest guest Posted January 27, 2006 Report Share Posted January 27, 2006 Moon is gliding effortlessly, As ever, no fever... Her soft eye of sapience, Innondating a passive earth. A little pond! Croaking, singing and whispering, Wind in the willows and all, Long reeds tickling, Tall elegant lilies gliding.. And moon persistently shining Her soft eye of sapience. A sudden gust of passion, Ruffles the reeds, Chills the froggies, Slaps the lilies, The pond is all murky! And that moon, up there, Is beaming forever. Water lilie is in uproar, Her cheeks are pale, Her leaf disheveled, The blue coy her lover, Is getting pond-sick, From all the tremor. Sniff.. And moon is gliding, Pouring her soft light. A huge grey shadow, Mountain out walking..?? Ears in banana leaves, And a nose like a hose, Come for his cup of tea! ...And swallows it all. Then a small burp... And all the lilies, the reeds and the froggies, Pain and joy in one gulp.. Are gone. And THAT Moon doesn`t even blink!! Patricia _________________________ Nouveau : téléphonez moins cher avec Messenger ! Découvez les tarifs exceptionnels pour appeler la France et l'international. Téléchargez sur http://fr.messenger. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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