With unkempt floating hair,
Rather fresh like pine leaves
Smoothly waving down;
Her fair being, a halo round the sun
Made her blush like the moon;
But it was writ to part very soon.
Fortunately, I got smile as she waved
To my dying soul and saved.
Hand in hand, sucked my very soul;
Left me nothingness.
The whole lonely night made me feel
The soft fluffy touch
Of that very living hand
A life it bred to the dry land.
Her very love conceived my barren heart
Fertile it made with poetic art.
The night when falls O dear, I
Tend to have your sweet company.
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Author:
saif (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2022 22:53
- Category: Love
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Comments1
'The whole lonely night made me feel
The soft fluffy touch
Of that very living hand
A life it bred to the dry land.
Her very love conceived my barren heart
Fertile it made with poetic art.'
if I've guessed right
English may not be your first language
which makes your wording, so impressive..
in these words, I read
a questing poet, genuinely reaching
for his poetry's voice..
a great write, dear poet
thank you! for choosing to share
thank you for your lovely comments....
As for your guess about my first language, you are absolutely right in guessing. Verily, Engish is not my first language, nor is it much common in speaking here in my area ; rather people study it as second language at schools and universities.
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