The glass of ale,
And smoke in hand,
The bosom of madness,
Now,
The fumes of fury,
Have I turned hopelessly alone,
Exerted the pressure,
In a liquid embrace,
To chase and kiss her shadow,
Drinking the sorrow,
In the ode of ale,
Licked the turf of joy,
As the flashlight in the sky,
Hybridized senses,
Tried to cut the nerve,
Understood…?
You may love but stop expecting…
Sir Thomas, , The flashlight is used to create a satirical treatment... Thank you
Great! ! ! very poetically written. To chase and kiss her shadow, You may love but stop expecting… these are my favorite lines.
a deep concussion of our society, views as the disarray of Nightingale nightmare of where we go....from this days on....you have a nice poem...Explosive in the making...God bless
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I would like to translate this poem
Powerful, magnetic, laced with unquenchable sadness, at your reality of sometimes love is not returned! Inspired write! !