Rued! This soul didn't fade;
Questioning; the despaired fortune -foul!
And wonder? may not this deserve-
To listen; upon resilience, upon my soul.
Pristine; beyond these eyes cast;
For the colourful fading autumn;
Remove! this obsolete Soul; for weighed
For miseries ubiquitous; Oh! Mellifluous Queen! ! !
And not sing, song of Monopoly,
May this soul descends to dust-
Oh! Lord for the blissful Song;
To remind you; her voice Omnipresent.
Percolate! Grace through this soul-
Barren; for not drank your nectar,
Oh' Lord! ! ! Least this heart must be vivid;
To sketch this beauty; bless to hear.
And, Listen beyond these Clouds;
A voice sweeping through lightening-
For my soul following, beauty of truth;
Music; disappeared from earthly Spring! ! !
A Voice, my soul holds to eternity;
In resilience; over the Musing Bird,
Victor; to all these worldly pain-
Transcendent; to mist, ages of the Dead! ! !
Hmmmmmmmmm. This is an imaginative write. I loved the way you have chosen your words... strong and carrying sense. A difficult theme nicely tackled Well done. For my soul following, beauty of truth; Music; disappeared from earthly Spring! ! !
Somewhat dark poem but I enjoyed reading it. Keep the ink of your pen flowing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written...i enjoyed it very much..keep on poeting... »so close«