Her eye, an amazing ball of fire
Spherical, amber, orange-red
Without lashes, with glamour.
Colours fuse, red, pink, orange, yellow,
Mutating through that array,
Throwing colour behind dark clouds,
Giving them a pink backdrop.
Illusionary flames burn my soul.
Houses on the ridge flamoxed in amber.
I bask in her radiance,
Mop up that spectacle,
internalise it to lift my spirits.
I hear darkness tumble upon the land,
Crushing something in me.
Yes! We have a moment of beauty just before darkness. A beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ..beautiful poem bro, keep it up.. Siya_! !