You played the rain on your old mandolin.
A rusted roof laid shelter on my heart.
Song wove a weather coat out of a cloud.
The poem was as frail as daffodils
Against the silent, closing doors of dark.
Previously published, 'Skylark', Purdue University Calumet
sandraji so throw me to poetic ecstacy mercilessly! thank you...................................................
Again a very beautiful, lovely write indeed... I like your use of language, very flowery... your poems are music to the reader's mind's eye.... love shan
Medley of melody with blend of romance…fantastic imagery… congrats for sharing…Sandra Ma’am Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10 PS Clicked 'MPL' n
this is romantic and stimulating Sandra....subtle yet strong in its intent and meaning..melodious in its music...sweet as a maestro's flute...wow is the word for this....
...And opened the doors of the Mind, Nice situation, thanks 10+
Gorgeous, delicate weave of words into pictures. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A GREAT POEM SANDRA, WITH EXQUISITE IMAGERY! 10 + -Raj