impulse July 9, 2007
Posted by Netty Gritty in poetry.trackback
I am impulsive
Impulse reigns my living time.
Always has,
Always will.
Views vanish…….
Frames forgotten
merge into memory
In a mist.
Come visit my hands.
My hands that have
Touched so many in pure bliss.
Love is eternal.
Come love my hands.
My hands – my magic wands –
that transform my fantasies
Into fantastic reality.
Impulse round the corner
like a shadow –
who’s there?
(written on 28Nov02)
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