The fogs of incertitude
are ready to engulf life,
where are the signs of land
to swim across this strife?
In the dark of cosmos
you are a bright star,
yet you shy from the light
and drift away so far.
Dwelling on your thought
strums strings of my heart,
lost in the music so serene
I drift into a melodious dream.
To realise such dream
is the advice of the wise,
the idea makes the stars
twinkle in my eyes.
Far on the morning horizon
I see the solar shine,
and the colours of hope
on the cloud nine.
I am alive again and ecstatic
this is a subtle sign,
it seems the love weaves
the magic divine.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love begets love is the philosophy of the person making a call to his lover. He awaits an omen and deep feelings of his heart give him perception to stay optimistic.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Love is the magic divine, said so well and so beautifully. Thank you for a lovely read!
Thank you so much 🌼
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