Of the tides higher going in emotion
On the day break with tweeting sounds
Rays of light through drapes in windows
Night’s redemption in penance sweet
Unmoved the body in wet indulgence
Yet the sire with pain moaned
Dreams of the yore for the youth
In youth is soul so whilst the body withers
Flower’s aroma after the petals in hand
Enhances the taste of the nectar honed
This is a nice sweet poem...well painted in words the fleeting wet indulgence crafted artistically...Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sweet n pleasant poem..simply loved reading...