A deep red rose cry!
Angels wipe the cheeks out dry,
Wild bees need to fly.
A beautiful poem, really like it. A great poem. may i invite you to read my new poem called, The Blues And Me.
two worlds are going on side by side...the concrete, phenomenal...n the abstract, unseen... but strongly felt...and a poet's eyes are special...he sees the abstract world clearly, when he describes the abstract with his eyes closed... Blake says: A sky lark wounded on the wings A cherubim does cease to sing...
amzing, i am amazed how you have turned unnoticed thing into a majestic art. great
A perfect words into either haiku or senryu, great logical thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful philosophical words. nice imagination!