You think curves of stones speak truth
Like the newborn poems of hope.
And trees breathe secretly
Like frozen people of Antarctica.
Your sky scatters dusty whiteness
Of a forgotten road named love,
Still you brush out the fragments of rust
From orange leaves of autumn.
You taught me what revolves around life
While your Pegasus played on harp.
Now I’ll craft you bouquets of joy
Even if moon forgets to reflect sun's smile,
Just let me carry my dear poet
Your eternal heart of imaginations.
Creative poem on life........Nice flow and great imagery SN......10+++
Now I’ll craft you bouquets of joy Even if moon forgets to reflect sun's smile, Just let me carry my dear poet Your eternal heart of imaginations. - - - - -what a deep feeling is here. Wonderful presentation. Many thanks for sharing such a gem. - - - - - 10
imagination will carve a lovely poem out of almost nothing but it does need lots of intelligence to do that thanks-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Poems of hope'; with the joy ahead. Nice work.