My Imagination
A world of elation
It works wonders
When I'm surrendered
Illusion and fantasy
Flight of fancy
Colours fly
Thoughts awry
Muses chant
Verses quaint
The mind's weaving
Poesy pleasing
The soul transcends
Bliss descends.
The soul transcends Bliss descends. liked these final verses of your poem. yes very true. A poet or Poetess is always in the world of imagination. From where does this power of imagination come? a mystery is n't It?
Imaginations fired and words delivered.Poetry resulted as a matter of fact.A good application.
:) great lines..... at a very different level, transcends the soma yes...imagination loved reading it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true.....nicely written