Lover
Published by GHC • May 22nd, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Peanutby Peanut, age 9
His soul is white
Heaven is his fate
He takes away all hurt and hate
Every stroke of the brush
There’s no need to rush
Every pat of my hand
We are off in a land
We’re only at peace
Between us no leash
Yet our hearts do talk much
We are always in touch
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The meaning behind your poetry is stunning even though it’s simple. You’ve told the story about a connection between a person and horse perfectly. While reading it I was lifted into a temporary moment of calm, which shows only a fraction of your skill. It’s always a pleasure reading your work, amazing work! If I didn’t know better, I’d thought you were my age!
Champion poem! i love it and it sounds very peaceful
~HF
that is stunningly amazing for your age….or any age!
Beautiful and touching, Peanut, as always! Awesome job!
I love your poetry Peanut. This one was great!
Fantastic poetry, Peanut! You never cease to amaze me with your tallent.
WOW all i have 2 say
I love you Peanut! You are so amazingly talented! I want more!