Spooned or swindled?
The ephemeral heart questioned the eternal soul,
For only the soul can quench the thirst of the beautiful lie,
A lie that she heavily relied upon,
And she continued to sprinkle water of hopes on an intricate garden,
It blossomed swiftly and the sight was phenomenal,
Leading to a mysterious yet quintessential path of flowers,
With petals of sunflower tickling her silky feet,
She was convinced that the fragrance had coiled within her,
And then rose a new question,
Should she continue to merely sprinkle or assume a luxuriant garden of her own?
''Spooned or swindled? '' a good question, indeed.. ;) WELCOME at PoemHunter, Shasha
A question that remains a mystery to me. Thanks for the warm welcome Fabrizio
The soul is eternal. and the heart earthly and perishable. only the Soul can quench. Water of hopes, mysterious path of flowers. so these are the points i collected while studying your poem. a really very nice work and mysterious too. thank you dear Poetess. write and write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found your poem very mysteriously fascinating and enticing! Lending hope and a future idea blossoming within the soul! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
I'm glad you found it fascinating RoseAnn, thank you. I always try to add a sprinkle of mystery into my poems.