She swept me up to the dreamy sky.
Riffs of her music filled my heart.
In her close embrace, I swooned.
Hugged me and kissed me.
I was born again.
Her eyes glinted.
I fell down.
Wounded.
Peach!
Love is what makes us rich internally and spiritually but we turn into a pauper the moment this element of love goes amiss in our lives, for whatever reason. This small poem, though, begins on a high but ends on a poignant note. Thanks.
Yes, Rajendran, love is totally beautiful until it dies and leaves one wounded. Short poignant poem. It touches the compassion within me. Thank you for sharing this poem. Thank you also for your comment on my poem: Inner Prison. It is very much appreciated. RoseAnn
Lovely little write dear sir. Enjoyed the subtle poetic expression..10
simply beautiful loveable poetry compose more o poet I am ROMANTIC MOSTLY Also reply comments if you please \more will love thee
'Her eyes glinted. I fell down. Wounded. Peach! ' the skies the limit, sometimes our feathers get burned :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In her close embrace! With the muse of love and life. Nice work.