one day before we were destined to embark on our final journey
promise that we will sit on deep blue rug
scarlett cushion under my head
a goblet filled of special martini
a flute of coffee irish
an open book on the swing
an ostrich feather in your hand
and
again there will be so much to say
and
nothing to tell
oh... for a minute i wish
we do not know Us so well......................
Sometimes a moment of silence is much have importance than talking...What matter is what you feel inside! ! ! Once again great write Trinity... Dazzling and bedazzling, Cate
romantic...and I simply love all the beautiful expressions...great write!
Sigh.... you painted a very romantic image with words. Really enjoyed reading this. I hope you get your wish. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a flute of coffee irish an open book on the swing.......................oh what wonderful imagery exotically dazzling blue on the hill top, breath when stops to know the curve of sileve, ingeniously luscious green, yet of unique genre, i do admire, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing