principles fragmented.
whirring in vertigo motion
lust seen, felt
everywhere; inhaling the
fragrance of feathery dusts
weightless in his heart,
love unreal,
unsettling...
'the heavier fragments
are long dead buried
with his love inhumed'
her footsteps are heavy
on further reckoning,
ripped up the transparent
sleets in dismay.
an unweaned doe longs
to commune with spirits.
desperate for a love
to resurrect...
Lovely thought Candice! Your poem has set me thinking! If love is like the sweet fragrance of a rose floating high & light, then why at times it weighs heavy in our mind? ! For your poe 10! -Raj Nandy
deep and thought provoking.. keep writing and perfect the art of poetry.. nice write.. a ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
splendid poem..sweet to read with message...10