Dream. Poem by siddharth singh.
Dream.
There she was,
wrapped up in a pretty french gown.
Her glistening pair of eyes shining bright
were dazzling like the moonlight.
Her luscious lips were on fire
almost burning with desire.
Her body smelt of a fragrance so sweet
that it escalated my heartbeat.
She spread her arms like a wing
as if inviting me to come in.
Her breath on my face
felt like the first drops of rain
and took away all my pain.
Then she was gone
without a trace.
Into the darkness of the night she vanished.
Who was she?
Perhaps a dream that brought me to life! ! !
What is a poet without a dream? It is like a writer without a pen. A beautiful poem with gorgeous images. 10 Karin Anderson
nice double simile: ''She spread her arms like a wing as if inviting me to come in'' wonderful portrait, well written poem.10+++
I liked the lines: Her glistening pair of eyes shining bright were dazzling like the moonlight. And: Her breath on my face felt like the first drops of rain. My! ! ! A beautiful piece you have painted here. A dreamy picture like a dream. I enjoyed reading every word. Have a nice day. B.B.
Dreams can be so real and put you in a good mood. I’m glad you had a good dream.
wow....what a dream...wished you never woke up. Lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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