The Debonair   Leave a comment

A placid man,

with a thundering heart,

stands tall amid the mountains,

An essence of quietude,

an abyss of profundity,

a handsome debonair,

travelling the length of solitude,

 alongside serene waters,

 of a bubbling rivulet.

 Unaccompanied he is not,

 existence pounds,

 within his veins,

 atmosphere fills his life form,

 he breathes living into his body,

 giving him prolongation ,

 into the next day.

 © Taressa Klays, All rights reserved

Posted May 25, 2011 by Taressa Klays

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