Feathers of your touch...
Along with the air...
Memories of you still brighten my sphere...
Things never changed...
Still wandering in place...
Where we met by fate...
Faith of mine was attached to string..
String made of love, shining in spring...
It got thin, when you became far...
Losing you, pulled myself in dept of sins...
Tried to come up but fading your glimpse...
Deep in deep, waiting for you and string...
Lack of breath of your fragrance...
I got a new home dark...
With no sense, only I have a little spark...
May be it's you, my hope, my lightening star...
Feathers of your touch... Along with the air... Memories of you still brighten my sphere... Beautiful love poem, palatable. Thanks poet for sharing. 10++
Faith of mine was attached to string.. String made of love, shining in spring... It got thin, when you became far... Beautiful outline on the borders of love. Thanks poet for such a poem. 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Vivek. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks