This night entices my solitude, Emotions surround the senses allude;
Crisis might serve the phrase intrude, The crawl increases, whispers include!
Vast influences determine the gist, Of individuals may dwell at least!
But depth can't come to a bliss, It sustains the flow of mean please!
Hands jot on what's mind implied, Perceptions cruise into thin slide.
Nerves join the blood in left side, Even right joint, draws the tide!
As shelter bounds in deeper dream, The pen crypts the genuine theme.
The time blends the joyous date, To such momento, written as straight;
Still black, the gyrating of breath, This poem beats the sadness of fate.
Yes dear poet Simonette, the pen crypts the genuine theme, and the poem too. But the sadness of a poet generates good ideas like yours, inside the verses. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great concept..simile of verses..nice write... Ency Bearis