gold
walk 2 blocks that way and you arrive at the tate modern. the view from work, london.
candon 400d, 12-22mm wide-angle lens
your gold is not the same as her gold, or his,
your tongue craves sweet, when they want sour;
these words aren’t yours, you have your own
which deserve to be recognised as being your truth.
these eyes smiling at you, a mirror reflecting
the kindness thats there within your own;
your bones, your limbs, your hands, your heart
are here for the world demands it so.
© 2009 leonie faith wise
flowing moments
10/12/2009 at 07:38 //
thank you for this beautiful poem .. it is going to linger on with me today
katherine
10/12/2009 at 14:14 //
lovely poem…and digging that photo!
sas
11/12/2009 at 14:23 //
beautiful words x