Castle Ruins Poem by Eva Beylich

Castle Ruins

Rating: 4.5


Wafts of mist draft as
soft-focus lenses of
time over the hot spring.
Bulging bodies wallow
in idleness and affluence.
Many a tear is mixed
with the wet - in vain.
Water carries more reliable
than certain sorts of love.
The young ones swim away
in the face of the ruins.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
E.j. Langley 05 December 2015

Bulging bodies wallow in idleness and affluence! Awesome! Forgive me if I rifle through your submissions and pick out the tasty bits.

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Anil Kumar Panda 24 November 2015

What a sweet drop! ! Thanks for sharing.

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