My iridescent novation.
With wired connotation.
You have been missing jewel glasses with fired drinks.
Sips,
Taken by a woman who thinks.
For this era,
We rise from closure.
The power of blue eyes.
Beyond that which is seen in the skies.
For greenery fades.
When passion covers the blades.
The wound has been made too deep.
For healing scars not to seep.
As there is strength in observance.
With one who understands patience.
So let time take its course.
Pain is not worth given the present force.
A beautiful poem on the reality of this transient life. Every day there is fun and frolicking and death comes without giving prior notice. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned poem. Truly astounding...5 stars *****