Tiny words of sacred hearts
Quietly migrate from cells to cells
Blood to blood, inside mine and yours.
Monarch butterflies of July
Dip wings in roadside violet buds
With legs yellowed by wasted pollens.
Two journeys of love and life
Continue till one faces ending line
Spirits keep resonating with lost truth.
Marvellous poem having impressive diction. Each and every line is amusing. Thanks for sharing....10
Awesome poem...........Where are u dear? Busy with your studies it seems, My best wishes to you.....10, as usual.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, a good depiction indeed