Neran Sati

When I Part.. - Poem by Neran Sati

When I part, it'll be November
Last call for the melting sun
And unleashed sleepy shades
Slowly conquering the ground.

As evening usual, we'll sit
Little terrace over silent sea
My head leaning on thy tigh
Thy gaze - evading grie'

You're wearing white wool
Turtle neck of delicate sort
Looking like a gentle stella
Out of eternity resort..

Don't you try to cry, my dear!
As scrumbled life like mine
And, not so new - to left behind
Shall bring but peace with you.

To part by feeling thy breast
Like listen most tender song
Waving bliss to close by bells
Calling loud and long..

Topic(s) of this poem: love, death

Form: Imagery

Comments about When I Part.. by Neran Sati

  • Kelly Kurt (9/21/2015 11:42:00 AM)

    A sweet and descriptive poem, Neran. Thanks (Report) Reply

    (9/21/2015 1:25:00 PM)

    Hope it still left me a little time: -) . Thanks Kelly

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 21, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 10, 2016

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