She concedes
Her joy to morning breeze
Her happiness knows no bounds.
She sprouts
Like a blossoming petals
Leans to the corridors of wind
And whispers
My love, loves me!
Xoubiya, this is such a wonderful composition. i truly enjoyed the mood penned down by you in this lovely poem. thanks for sharing. take care
And whispers- splaying the manna of hope of tommorow of togetherness in the barely audible syllables-
Its Nature’s Love that Poet has elaborated…great write… Ten dr.sakti
Like a blossoming petals Leans to the corridors of wind And whispers Rachel Ann Butler
With words like these, even a small poem can make a big difference.. great stuff
hi xoubiya, your wordplay is magnificent. even in short, your description is like a mirror, can see through.shabas, shabas!
no feeling better than this, and so serenely expressed in your wonderful verse....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautifully said...like Coleridge's words..'I love my love and my love loves me'..the metaphor was very innovative...specially leans to the corridors of wind. Gul