The preface of the book of life
A cheery carefree write
In colours that spark and blush
The first chapters drowned in dreams
Tell the stories all throbbing and gleam
In images of love, dreams written in
Glittering ink and flowers of passions
Pressed in the pages diffuse scent
To all layers of life, ecstatic content,
As Time’s swift fingers turn the leaflets
Making them wan and sallow
Pressed flowers wither into deep
Sobering colours,
A broken stalk, a torn petal,
a crispy green, a pallid pansy,
But still some vibrancy
In rose’s heart and in virgin white
Yellow lily with purple peony
Rests and smiles in playful guile
Their faint fragrance still entrance
My weary soul
And make fragrant the pages of
Life’s tome
Awe great, u should be called poetess of nature like William Wordsworth....beautiful poem with beautiful slideshow of nature on each slide of life's book marvelously composed by u...
Pressed flowers sum up our lives, loves, hopes and dreams. A lovely poem.
this has multi opinion n aspect but lovely feelings.xtraordinary selection.few people wrote on this subject
A poem of grief in brief words are dancing in commotion...well wrote
I thank you dear Lasophia ma'am for taking time to read it and for your sweet advice.
I feel what you say, I went through many, I mean many problems, tragic and unhappiness in my life, but just keep your mind on an easy, happy life wish, but take what comes, just go on and do your best to enjoy whatever is there, and you will not even see how, but your life will turn into more and more happiness. Wishing you the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So tricky a poem where in word roll..