That night, a night of admirable callings
With larches of leaves living the trees
To join the cloud, this adores that pleasantry breeze.
The sky was blue
And there were stars above it
They blink like diamond
And hold like a bag full of gold.
The roses admired that night
And they left the lily leaves
To form another night of good fragrance.
As I looked into the mirror
What I see is the memory inferior.
You look like that night in disguise
But to another damsel, there are many lies.
That night enhances another pace
With no night mimicking
Even with such amazing ease.
Being romantic makes me glad. Keep it up.......... You will find more of that in me.
wow! ! ! ! flowing like a waterfall in spring soothing write +++10 regards anjali
Bravo! A piece of well flowing poetry that is like silk to skin as sound to ears, does your poet within come to you with ease! Greatly enjoyed and well written, Mel xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem! Very well penned.