Crimson Hymns Poem by PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE
Crimson Hymns
White snow
On the eaves,
Crimson hymns
I won’t hum
Not
Behind the doors
I lost
Under a covering
Of frost
Golden memories
Not
Arctic and shivering
Tropic and sweating
I won’t follow you
Not
Blades and bleeding
Thorns and thrilling
I will leave you
Not
Nightingale in the cage
Red rose on the stage
I won’t smell you
Not
2010/1/7
wowwww Amir, yours is like cooing in my ears a lovely song of the Nightingale -10 anjali
wow Amir! that`s the style, that`s the passion. a real ocean of emotion penned in unsusual simple way. i liked this 'i will leave u NOT' :)
Your unique style adds a lovely demension to this poem. I enjoyed it. '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Sad song of Nightingale which only afflicts the rose... And the nightingale only waits - who will dare to open a gold cage nearby the Shah, good luck to red rose, Nightingale ...10.... Tsira
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5/4/2024 2:37:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
well written lovely words 10