They just parrot anything that Love says
They have an original thought in their head
In doom and gloom or happiness
Quartz tears of angels they shed
Black and white life in their eyes
Colorful, green, blue and red
Let's close our mouth and write
What The Love asks us to spread
(2008/8/22)
I think you have captured the soul of the poet here Nightingale, very well put, 10 Lynda xx
Poets we are, we claim it or not, our pens have life...breath of mind, tears of heart, blood of soul. a 10
Let me repeat what William Cowper said....'There is pleasure in poetic pains, which only poets know' Thi is a wonderful verse remember for ever
Poet-Parrot--Quartz yeah Let's close our mouth and write What The Love asks us to spread nice one as usual +++10 regards anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Greetings, are pleasant to me this poems. I have heard other tonality, but it is a voice of a nightingale. Thanks my friend... Tsira