When blackened skies shroud
Purple thoughts are thrust
As sprinkles of glitter dust
Up through the atmospheric pressure
To islands of pixies
Who share
Clouded thoughts and wishful dreams
As silent screams
Fall on ears
As bloody tears
Recite out loud or whisper
Of autumnal leaves
Crisper
Are the icicles which dance through eyes and minds and lips
Softer
Are the tears that flow
Through meandering streams of minds which weep
Than the thoughts of ones
Own......
such a nice color you have shown us as other says and me too the poem is very beautiful and inspirational and full of enhancing thoughts with each word you found your self in another world and i loved founding my self there thank you so much for sharing it love, payal
lovely poem, too short for an ode though. but wonderful anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exceptional write Karen, very inspired.