Every night you water my silent emotion
With your jar of supple alphabets,
By dawn it grows into
A flamboyant tree of romantic words.
Like tender breeze of autumn plays with
The blond hair of morning sun,
Your eyes play with the
Unfinished thoughts of my heart,
And convert them into scarlet poems of love.
Watering silent emotion is very amazing definitely. This is wise drafting shared converting experiences in to emotive poems. Wise in drafting.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet another superb poem on nothingness........LOVED IT and love the way to write.....100