Who sets ablaze my imagination?
With the glow of the past and
All my fascinations
My songs all quaint, my fairy tales
My rainbow dreams
laughs like a brook and carefree trills
My heart chased the fireflies
Sipped a drop of golden sun
Sinking behind the hills very high
My passion with flower names
My obsession with books and
All that was queer and outré
When my heart used to beat
Like the wings of
A lark singing the songs so sweet
When I winked at the moon
Who bathed in the pool
And the sky with the stars bestrewn
Ah, the stories of an ingénue
Buried like a spark
In the ashes of Time, wake all anew!
imaginations are ignited by emotions. very beautiful poem. nice reading.
This is a beautiful poem Jasmeen, I really like it. It flows beautifully.
All beautiful... esp. these: When I winked at the moon Who bathed in the pool And the sky with the stars bestrewn Creativity is really a marvel, when it descends upon us, we simply get amazed...this is what makes Huxley thinks that who dictated King Lear to Shakespeare...Tercets are Good Jasmeen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice imaginations that have been brought a ghastly for us well wrote