Amongst the whim illusion, so sublunar,
I hear a girl’s chant, she’s the love of mine.
Again, and plunging in the trance look out, I
Will see a truth example in the chine.
She promises the pleasance for the reason,
Those sounds have quite a number virtuous vibes,
She paints the world: ethereality. Dawn season.
There, where landmark signs come with sunrise.
The idle chores will sneak and be forgotten.
The cherished image is within my chance.
Not giving up my soul’s work, I will not be
So tired doing true-life fight sword-dance.
There, where the wistful lyric is resounding,
Where I have just performed my soul’s accord,
I learn the life’s rhythm. Now and then it’s trying.
And my heartstrings absorb insight inboard.
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Author:
cellinic (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2025 17:51
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This poem eloquently captures the ethereal beauty and deep emotional resonance of wistful moments. It also paints a vivid picture of a world where dreams, love, and the rhythm of life intertwine. A joy to read 🙏🏻🕊👍🏻
many thanks, dear arqios!
Exquisite poetry such as this needs to be read out loud .. and by crowds .. Neville
many thanks, dear Neville!
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