i am as iam,
time when blazed
by the depth of light phenomenal
when cloned from the golden voices undettering
that wishpers me my universe
the wind the, the air touches the plumes
with the speckles of love
as I remember the rose
when swaying by the gentle breeze
still i keep my night`s dream
the quest of my song across the time
till i retire to the dusts yet unseen
from where i begin my journey
I was really touched by the last two lines, Dr..simply wonderful! and the flow of words are beautiful..thanks for sharing this with me, my friend
Excellent write Dr. Kar! This poem is indeed, a pleasure to read, thank you! ! ! *10*! Best regards: Friend Thad
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I would like to translate this poem
the wind the, the air touches the plumes........with the speckles of love as I remember the rose...by the depth of life...when cloned from golden voice..superb. Dr. Kar...and its +10