I don't know of its color
Looks like its not new
So deep its actual tenor
So light in varied hue
I don't know of its gentle spread
In ways that are quite new
So lilting and so finely wrought
It's wondrous with a cue
I don't know of its softened touch
A wisp of air that breathes
Unto the heart unto the soul
A quickened pulse that reels
I don't know of its tiled content
We often dont know how
The gale of hurried wishes true
Innate but wondering now
I dont know of its hard appeal
So right and roaring felt
Beneath the skin the feel that runs
It creeps when mind so melts
I don't quite know the feel divine
That runs within in stealth
But now I know that this blush is
The reason for true wealth
really wonderful.the blush in itself is poetic and flowery.great idea and great poem. voted10 surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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