Florence of beauty tunes through the joy
Art of blue jingles fledging distant sky silhouetted
what a lone muse intones along moon stuck lily
new born dream expires sprucing the grace of love
oh what a glaze of whisper by cry of innocence
as redeemed beam of moon falling on silence
yet unflinches, basking in promises of ocean
heart revels up running on rungs sultry wishes
what a voices piercing through echo of conch shell
drumming on cochlea redounds stunning of resonance
oh what a thrills thrumming all through the green
the whole entirety entices bestowing from heaven
yet silky passion assuaged by winds from the musk
oh what a virile fragrance diffuses through dream
as songs of joy ripples across garden of heaven
eyes yet croons up with hope of vernal tomorrow
smile lies back beneath half muffled veil of exuberance
I really enjoyed this one great imagery and use of metaphore jim
So jam-packed full of elaborate expression, my eyes are rolling and my head is reeling! S :)
So blue is the sky like the sweet hue of his eyes wistfully watching. There you see, you've brought me to verse..... Ruthy : -)
what a beautiful way of writing and what a beautiful green lands with music sound in it's background...10+++++
its interesting... it seems like you have really been looking at a kind of perfect sight of nature, blue sky fresh wind..... i enjoyed reading it..nice description... bring up the good work! !
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I would like to translate this poem
D efinitely a genius write r eckons intelligence which only a few got!