When a poet pen down his imagination.
A profound silence settles around him and absorb in the words.
The calmn light of the full moon,
The freshness of the first drop of dew,
The colors of twilight, the scent of roses,
Evident from his words.
AND
When a poet give voice to words.
He didn't just read the poetry,
He let it drip from tongue like honey.
The sweetness of words soften and melt the heart of the listeners.
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Author:
Aruma (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2022 13:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Poetry add colors to life and makes it beautiful worthliving for
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Comments1
This is so pretty and made me feel so good. My thanks I needed this
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