Glitz forward
Open mind to destiny
We all sail toward
The opening, the free sail spirit saves
Like the old sea hand grips the waves
Glitz and glamour
Ritz and the saviour
Sour bins the grand of me
Class life, cast a mastermind
We move and find
A sight, smell, taste enlightens
The sights
Sailing through whats carved the burrows from under our day
and venture stow
Blow, Winds against Waves that make sounds that say hello
Glitz and glamour
Pour gin and tee
Ritz and the saviour
Sour bins the grand of me.
Glitz and glamour Pour gin and tea Ritz and the saviour Sour bins the grand of me. Beautiful diction though with a bit intriguing in nature. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Ratnakar,thanks for taking time to read.