PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Flowers Of My Heart. - Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Floral faces of the sun color
shine brightly in their green purview
wearing in their eyes molten yellow smiles
livelier than dancing Wordsworth flowers.
Delicate golden plates
with some regular beauty pleats
in slender and elegant bodies
carry future oil`s history seeds.
Poetry eyes drink the natural yellow beauty.
Prose eyes think of their naturally noble duty.
Beauty alone with no fruits for the earth
tastes like mythical elixir for a schmuck like mirth.
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