My Real Love Story Poem by Jim Norausky
My Real Love Story
We
stood there.
Huge wooden
gates pushed open
by garden keeper
framing mystical view.
Early morning soft mist faints
as sunshine washes Shah's keepsake
Taj Mahal veiled in jeweled white splendor
stirring two lovers to conceive first child.
Gorgeous flowing work. Even the words open into a sweeping pattern of jeweled splendor and love. 10 Karin Anderson
The last stanza speaks of the untold story and your poetic glory. Loved it. CP
Another wonderful piece. Jim, you are developing your own style and going from strength to strength
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I would like to translate this poem
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Had this same feeling when I met my soul mate five years ago this Feb. God Bless Ten!