Heart when ingrained with joy and care
love seems to flow by the attic window
even the dregs of morning dew sprinkle through
wake the silence by the pairs of scissors of passion
heart when muffled by the mute hands of dream
yet sweetness drops in redolence of yet in addiction
wide open eyes makes the impression of illusion
the words of whisper cascades in from miles millions
gentle breath of evening blows steadily incessant
piercing the rosy clouds from the room of rain
the tree of goldmorh yet suave whims the jingles
pervading across the years of mute dusty window
the flairs of beauty flints over the riffs of delusion
night when deep dark knocking doors of delight
moon when hangs over the top of the trees
breath of fire blinkers to glow from the cellar
A beautiful and sensuous piece of poetry in your own distinctive style thankyou for sharing it with me 10 your friend Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pleasure to Read Dr. Kar! ! Beaming and captivating, thanks for sharing! ! *10*! ! ! Best regards , Friend Thad