Days passed,
Months passed,
Years of waiting-
For someone might
Turn up a day.
Like a pomegranate
In the mountains high
I had been waiting,
Smiling with mouth open
And my pearls-
dropped one by one,
One after another,
Till the last one
Fell down-
Last afternoon,
This autumn.
Till the last one Fell down- Last afternoon, This autumn. Simply superb. 10++
Smiling with mouths open And my pearls- dropped one by one, One after another, Till the last one Fell down- Last afternoon, This autumn. Simply superb. 10++++
I like your voice- -it is rich yet simple- no gaudiness here, no drowning the verses with words gathered from a dictionary here. This is straight from the heart and soul of a man experiencing loneliness and an intense longing for love to give and love to receive. And my pearls- dropped one by one, One after another, Till the last one Fell down- Last afternoon, This autumn. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This lingers in my mind... lovely, haunting, and human. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thanks my revered poetess for your great kindness and careful remarks placed so sweetly. It would keep inspiring me.
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Till the last one Fell down- Last afternoon, This autumn. Simply superb. 10++++ Thanks Sir for it.
Alina, Thanks dear for your heartfelt remarks.