how much I feel
for that kinkburn
it was so white yesterday,
was a white yesterday
and quite salsinistically
dear it was
so smooth,
and cushion like,
that popia
yes, really
typoical violoable
and topsicant
yet so lovely,
sweet remembrances
in snapshots
how wild
are those topsillies
at times,
wild and marvelous
and sosmatic
with hues
of different kind
all in the furnace
moulded into
a single crystalline marvel
You manage to convey such a unique and sensuous delight in your subject (although some words (kinkburn, popia, topsillies) confound this reader) . My favorite couplet is 'it was so white yesterday, was a white yesterday'. A simple, stark delivery that sends shivers up my spine. Marvelous is a marvelous poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Hello Raveendran, Beautiful poems, fine memoirs... Thank you for your kind Komments, Best wishes, Tsira
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I would like to translate this poem
Very provocative. White can have many definations. 10 for your originality. Always your friend, Sandra