wait my poem and my dress above that tower
you can guess what it will be and what it's color..
this is not the poem.. that is a first step toward the tower
wait my coming poem.................
'wait my poem and my dress above that tower you can guess what it will be and what it's color..' Dress and poem both are beautiful. One is material and the other is immaterial. This poem does sense an aesthetic balance in both. Best Wishes Naseer
oh poem is just art of love and color seems to be paints of art, wonderful romance drifting alone from tower above, the luscious glow by dress seduces the reader, well penned,10++++, thanks for sharing
sounds like a victorian era fantasy.... with lorn bravados wait...under the tower....while the princess incarcerated above cant decide what to wear very nice ten an cheers
The tower I know liked plain dark colours like what Anne Boleyn wore, you will have to surprise us or was Snow White in a tower.....no that was the wicked witch! in anticipation, regards
I am willing to wait and be surprised when you pick your words for a night out in the tower.
Anticlimax wow! Great work to keep readers waiting. Ten this and in advance for next LOL Ms. Nivedita Cordially invite to read and comment on my poem: Why Hack My She or other poems. niv
Readers always wait for the next… Nice concept. Ten. dr. sakti
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey i love this wait my coming poem -10 anjali