As the moon sets
In the horizon
In the far end
Of the sky
With tearful eyes
Lids heavy with
Pain of separation
Lips swollen with
Sorrow of parting
From her dream boy
Her loving prince Moon.
She bids a good bye
And returns back into
Her old costumes
Pale, lorn with tear
Gloomy, swollen eyes
And shrunk petal lips
The sad princess
With a broken heart.
suratha i enjoy your poem.thanku suratha for shairing this lovely poem....10++++++
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She bids a good bye And returns back into Her old costumes Pale, lorn with tear Gloomy, swollen eyes And shrunk petal lips The sad princess With a broken heart.lovely line shairing.......10++++for it
Rajendra nice comment. Thanks