It is me,
And just me,
Lost,
In the thoughts,
Of despair,
The days and nights,
Filled in lament,
And tears,
Those who refuse,
Even to fall,
Dripping down,
In the fear of the dark,
My life,
In clutches of pain,
Roaming around,
Moaning with regret,
Travelling,
Where I saw her,
Where I loved her,
Smiled and then weep,
Where I found her,
And then lost her,
Kissed and missed her,
As the flashlight,
Plunged in the skies,
I reacted,
It was sweet voice,
As I turned,
There she was,
In tears,
Her blush,
As if asked me,
My love...
And then,
She found some,
Can you believe her now,
Love comes again...
A powerful avalanche of anguish at the break up of your relationship! Then you have hope again but can you believe her this time! Excellent write!
The flow is so smooth like a waterfall, fall with no cares what it hitting below...a nice poem with deep sense we had after read_Soul
a Nightingale of the night capture the innocent of the heart...explosive and a beautiful expression of time, wonder in the nature of the thoughtfulness...thank you and God bless this poem....a 10/10
Short and sweet deeply touching and romantic.......................................: O)
when the love flows into the veins of the body that is when you are fully devoted to it......beautiful work sir
when the love flows into the veins of the body that is when you are fully devoted to it......beautiful work sir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifull woven composition Vikrant. Short and expressive words