O my dear,
you're gone
and it's all better!
only,
i'm surrounded
yet lonely
in pain,
without you,
my bane
painfully bored,
princes abound
but no toads
come back
there i've said it
my knight black
bring the lies
the clamour, the colour
of foo'ls paradise
romancing ain't my cup o tea....so fool's paradise is appropriate for it good work though
Romanticism might be a fool's paradise but life would have been so futile without it. Nice write Shweta...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bring the lies the clamour, the colour of foo'ls paradise....... good write with application o f mind... i liked it... read mine 'fools parades too