My stella
My real world
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Thou art my world, caretaker and
unspentfieldof my mind,
Upon soul's silence' march thou art
Dwelling, a goalless destiny.
Deathless Misery's vanishing point
upon thethought of thy memory.
Thou art love,
my being's ever restingbower,
In the desolate and fruitlesshour
Thou arta soulful cadence
To feel the emptiness of life's ceaseless
Praying.
Deathless Misery's vanishing point upon thethought of thy memory. Thou art love,
Thou art love! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Superb..a soulful write... the lady looks gorgeous too..best wishes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my being's ever restingbower, In the desolate and fruitlesshour Thou arta soulful cadence To feel the emptiness of life's ceaseless Praying