Deep in his eyes
I was swimming,
with the jewels of my life,
blue and blue.
Dreams faced my memory
as singing.
Veiled imagery,
cool ebbing, cool.
Lost far in my mind
the beginning
of timelessness
drifting and drifting.
The blue that I see
remains constant
to me.
Thrilling so thrilling.
Waf
Sally uses lots of literary devices to create a rich spell binding experience that has experiential rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lost far in my mind the beginning of timelessness drifting and drifting. A blue sapphire glows brightly with the gentle rhythm of this lovely poem. Thank you Sally for sharing it with us, , , , , , ,10
Thankyou, Geeta for your kind comment.