A sabulous stroll down the memory lane;
On the variegated chariot of delight.
Amidst the rocky narrow streets of pain;
sometimes to the exquisite ecstatic height...
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The thing that makes u go sublime is a piece of art.. it does that. I can look a heart of a youth lying or lost in the woblation of words.. though situation of daydreaming or rapture of a peace full death is éclat but the pain of killing ur self, lost in words is a blessing intact. A writer who is still into womb of poetry!
i really admire ur english and emotions too may u get wat u wish
words woven beautifully, reflecting intense love even during pain......hope ur lover and u gt bq togetha as soon as possibl
I've just read your poem and its really great..... wow i really admire your English (i'm not that good like you when it comes in English) ..hehehe keep on writing... go go go...
A good start with a nice poem, Zoya. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.