First Fall First Rise Poem by Akhtar Jawad
First Fall First Rise
Long brown, silky and perfumed,
An electrical wire with a current induced,
A hair I see, whose it can be?
With the seeds of a fruit beneath a tree,
That lit the tubes of heavenly neon lights,
How airy are now the warming nights,
That moved the blades of the static fan,
How happy next day is the man!
After a kiss in fact the bliss of the bliss,
A hair of Eve that fell in the first kiss!
Such a nice poem that makes an interesting reading. Thanks for posting.
a hairy fairy poemy ja ji where did the hair come at the kiss oooo now this dull pp me also sees hera pheri
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4/26/2024 10:54:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem well decorated with deep thoughts and imagination.