Butterfly of Love
Honeyed season of eternal spring,
In the youthful Grove of love and joy,
The buzzing celebration of funeral
Song,
Pruning theblow of sadness deep,
Death is dead sucking the draught
Of joy of your beauty,
The drone will be mad bathing in the aura of you fragrance,
a freshly born bud you are blooming inch by inch,
The teeming joy of overwhelmed
Inspiration,
Overbrimming from every sensual nooks,
The Joy is falling like light of Being,
from Lips like shadowy arbor,
Every chasm of joyous dream is
Likeoozing sense of love,
A form of delightful dream,
A silent song of buoyant Love,
Heavenly and fleshly joy of heart.
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The buzzing celebration of the Funeral Song: to have this amidst Eternal Spring is very powerful
Beautifully composed. Your choice of words in all poems I have read so far, is impeccable!
Every chasm of joyous dream is Like oozing sense of love, a funeral is a time of mourning and grief, yet here it almost seems like an acceptance. If life is illusion love is a dream.
SOME''' FU'' TOOK PLACE MINUS BELOW ONE PG ''Honeyed season of eternal spring, In the youthful Grove of love and joy, The buzzing celebration of funeral Song, Pruning theblow of sadness deep, Death is dead sucking the draught'''' U know I don't like buttering only the gal is a beauty unless there is a hidden mishap
And yes the poem is NOT about life but DEATH REVIEW IT DOESN'T SEEM to suit the butterfly u show POET PG
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
polotickcs is trix money business and sexism all are like fair as is love and war in war more lives man dies early MINUS THIS(ABOVE PIECE) THE POEM IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS IS UR MISS Think of BLISS ' I am bad still I am smiling death is known finality why worry PEEEE GEEEEEEE