When I was
So hopeless and tired
Deeply depressed and wired
A window appeared upon my cage
Incredible and wonderful
On my life stage
Someone told me
Its time to fly
Towards freedom
Blue sky
Then I found myself
In your eyes
Where I belong to
Paradise
(For M.C.)
(2008/5/19)
The eyes are the windows to the soul, lovely poem, so nicely put by you, Lynda xx
Truly an amorous write, P.N....Very well constructed work....Smooth, gliding movement, like a coin tossed 'cross an icepond....Solid crafting, indeed. ~ FjR ~
Hi Shiraz! Theres no surprise that within her eyes, you have found, your paradise! Great read my friend! ! *10*! ! ! Best regards, Thad
A really lovely poem, Nightingale. Thanks for it and hope you find the paradise that you so desire.
very beautiful. so full of love and happiness. maybe i should follow your lead and write a happy poem for once. read my poem 'Eyes' its quite simaler.
A trap and loving soul..set free..taking flight to happiness love it, well composed and thought out...this is fine poetry my friend. best wishes Jon
From despair to the love, only one blinking of eyes. You write perfectly and is sweet the Nightingale. ...10... Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo, Nightingale! This one is wonderful! The last lines are increadible: Then I found myself In your eyes Where I belong to Paradise