Web To Live Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Web To Live
The skylark calls to be appeased
in the part of life,
The breeze through the drizzling
makes a feelings of lonely romance,
Your pulpit eyesight raises
a voice of thunder in my heart,
still I am to nothing
But a primitive spider web
to live with way of your love
a voice of thunder in my heart; still I to nothing but to Webster with you O dear.....so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem on love so nicely executed.
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4/20/2024 10:59:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Peace, Appeased! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.