Still Poem by Khalil Gabol

Still



If I would traverse the world....
Talking with tall towers,
Mounting on mysterious mountain...
Embracing all exquisite air
Climbing on clouds
I, still- still be in need of you, O love!
To travel me at sky
Where You, my moon and I shall dance together....
And no one dustrub that music and mystery and your smile, Ever!

Saturday, October 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: still
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success