The duster of time
Wiped
All scripts-
Bright, beautiful and shiny
Off the shores of
Our hearts, where-
There lived
A pair of revealing eyes,
A pair of
Warming lips,
A pair of
Beating hearts
A couple of
Singing skylarks
All through the
Surges and tides,
Suns and Moons,
Autumns and winters.
Aftermath of
A long war fought,
The widow's cry
Fills the eardrums
Of moonlit night,
The black veils of
Unlived moments
Invite me,
To the nuptial bed
Of death and separation.
Still the Moon
Shines,
At the zenith
Of the western sky.
Still the Moon Shines, At the zenith Of the western sky. Beautiful poem shared.
The widow's cry Fills the eardrums Of moonlit night, Great poem shared, dear poet. 10++ for it.
Still the Moon Shines, At the zenith Of the western sky. Lovely poem.
Aftermath of A long war fought, The widow's cry Fills the eardrums Of moonlit night, Loved the tragic tone within. 10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Still the Moon Shines, At the zenith Of the western sky. Wonderful poem shared10+++++++.