A bit of life grows
A bit of time paused;
Little dew drops falls on the leaves
A slight sunlight comes beneath the blossomed trees
A pinch of happiness blushed my cheeks,
A rough strong fragrance enters my nose
Travels to my heart;
A feeling of true loves hugs me tight in its arms
A rainbow color couple bird's sings in their moods
Their songs attracts like a magnet
The old golden yellowish brown leaves falls on my face
Felt likes a kiss on my forehead;
Peek a boo;
Hiding behind the tall branches
Which give my body
A hard touch
A touch of security and warmth
A touch of love,
A spring eve;
Can't be much better
That I can ever dream
The difference between of a real and imaginary love
Is diminished by Romance,
Born in one fine spring eve.
Full of rich imagery and passionate feelings rushing from heart create a poem in its raw form. I don't want to use the word tinkering, but a poem adds to its beauty if chiseled discreetly. Soon as a poem is born the poet may find it perfect. A poet is like a mother who finds her child perfect. ...contd..
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Beautiful imagery written throughout the poem. An excellent piece, thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
contd. But if allowed a little time that attachment diminishes, and one may view a poem without the heart interfering too much. This is the time to chisel it. This is my experience. I would love to have your and others' comments. Let me add, I liked what I read.
Thanks. I can understand I need to work more on it.Thank you for your support.
Thank you sir and I understand I have to work more on it.Thank you for your support.