to the west i see the mountains
the distance is exquisite
and the air is beautifully crisp
clean
from behind the the sun i see your shadow
piled high like autumn leaves coloured
the same colour as your hair
a gentle snow falls and i whisper in your ear
girl i love you but we've got to keep moving on
I believe you should get a deviantART. I don't think SitDiary would ever give you the recognition all your poetry deserves -- though perhaps, you do not want it found anyhow.