The immaculate impulse when admired
by the glimpses of the warmth
the sun in its scarlet red
wakes the delight from its last night
when overwhelmed by the thrills
the novels of last night as I remember
yet i looked through the attic window
waiting the postman to deliver my letter
the postman when slowly enters the gate
holding all the radiant beams of sweet words
when cohered within by the complete embrace
the envelope as if of the parchment bag in virtual colors
yet with baited breath as I opened the door
the golden voices seemingly resounding
as if being engulfed by the pigeon cage within
the painted paper made in- the art of love
yet I do swear by the truth when silhouetted
the jingling tunes of goldmorh plant
across its verses even when untold to the bailey
whispers me and my sportive silence beneath
thoroughly latching on to the last dream
nice similie, overall the poem is very picturesque enveloping the reader in minute details.of life..and dream. Nature adds charm in the beginning of the poem... flawless, superb language...enjoyed reading it.
Powerfully written poem, the letter of love, a radiant and capturing write! *10* Great read Dr. Kar! Friend Thad - Happy Easter to you!
Last night's letter reads from A - Z and I swear I saw that scarlet red turn to several shades of pink..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
little things add up to life such delight, a letter...that's the sign of a true romantic beautiful poem