Rhapsody On An October Night Poem by Nikola Nenadovich

Rhapsody On An October Night



Your eyes, sublime
That beauty, a crime
I'm intoxicated in prime
I don't think, I rhyme

I don't speak, or think
I write, and slowly blink
I move arm, draw ink
Your neck, my soul shrinks

Your dear lips, I feel
My sadness, they peel
My cold heart, you steal
I'm only left with, zeal

Monday, October 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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