Muttering when intoned
As intercepted by the anger
River yet flows by the wind
Heart when throbs by the love
Evening when rolls up to young night
Youth yet redeems even being agile
Eyes never riled up by the beauty
Blood as moves across the vein as imbecile
Dew when drops off from the leaf
mystery of the moon refluxes by the night
tide when raves up by the fool moon
depth of love never be fathomed by the bond
the faith when courses upon as eternal
love as resourced from the belief in acceptance
sky when bedecked blue by the sun
and we do feel the warmth even being chilled
Oh, Dr. my mum was true, you penned very beautiful..and its very unique way of written...thank you very much for a wonderful work you share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another masterpiece my friend, beautiful well penned. Patrice