The wild feeling of true remorse,
Lies gently in the dew.
As roses bloom, in fields of grey,
On a stormy mist afternoon.
The eye of the love, betrays all the will,
Of temptation and hearts,
Despaired to the still.
And heaven will open doors to the womb,
Of man and is seasoned of swoon.
The ample eyed kings, on thrones they beseech,
Ask neither of fear or love of the priest.
The daisy is boiled, in tropics of heat.
As surety deeps and is their complete.
Fill my heart with the sky,
HIs eyes do reply,
The moon and the sun and the stars.
Bring them to me, as leaves grow on trees.
And sands in the deserts of mars.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Fanciful and surreal in its beauty this poem speaks of flowing wonders collected. Nicely done
Thank you for your interpretation.
You are most welcome
Nicely done. Your poem revolves around the complex interplay of love, remorse, longing, and the natural world.
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