Oh dear of mine of immemorial
Heart bristles blissful by the blessing
soul seems to touch the moon hilltop
dream swoons in the room of passion
I stand and stare by the blue onshore.
let God may bless you by your cravings
and breath of smiles may lay on you
let soul of yours roars high by ascension
waking you by His gleams of love divine.
the moments of love be the beauty of yours
the sway when intense from ages and eons
scarlet may repose by cradle of care
rains of hope may happen to happen
clouds when absolve by the redemption.
let God may bless you by your cravings and breath of smiles may lay on you... Really intence... very great that says you want this really badly How about read Edward Cullen from my poem list and give me a comment...
Oh dear immemorial Poetry. Your poem elevates the soul to touch the moon. I had a grade 10, up there in the moon, and you reached out to catch it. Bravo!
.....really a fine peice.......compact composition......love emitting truely.......10
A season full of soul searching done with gay abandon. Best wishes, arya
passion-ascension-redemption good rhyming -excellent glossary of words. ++10 as always regards anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice beautiful write by you.Very impressive words usage!