To Laura

Rating: 5.0

My soul is grief. My soul is call
Because I am a bird picked off.
To death is doomed my wounded soul -
Soul wounded by the love.
My soul is grief. My soul is call.
Tell me what are meeting and send-off.
I tell you - there are hell and woe
and in the woe there's also love.

Mirages are close, distant - the streets.
Surprised she's smiling with the joy
of ignorance and yongster's greed,
of sultry flesh and airy ghost.
Mirages are close, distant - the streets
when she is standing in aureoles.
She never hears who calls and grieves -
she - flesh and airy ghost…

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Sriranji Aratisankar 25 August 2016

I like this poem.. feelings has been worded skillfully...

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