Sunset,
sunrise.
I wake up
in the
garden of Eden.
I am rich:
dew shines like diamonds
on the lushious grass.
The world so undisturbed,
what am I doing here?
I walk from tree to tree,
picking fruit of my choice.
The Lord is very generous.
Birds fly above,
singing sweet songs
of freedom and peace.
I am alone,
but aware
of watching eyes.
Jealousy
will kill me,
and I'm waiting.
Footsteps.
Whispers.
Silence...
Hmm, very interesting. I like the expression of internal turmoil here, though I do encourage the exploitation of temptation. To take what one wants, is the greatest victory, so long no one gets hurt! Lovely writing.
It's a nice poem, excellent write, , But always there's a vulpine serpent, waiting for entice us to erode the forbidden fruit...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Footsteps. Whispers. Silence... A stylish writing which only Jacqui can do. Words used in the poem are simple yet lucid. Outwardly it looks normal poem But if you read twice then You can find beauty in it. Awesome poem by fellow poetess. Great going, Carry mantle of your lovely work with a smile and in style..............10+++++++++++++ Rating!