The kiss of your lips,
Is slipping on my sad breast
To reach my deeply dormant eyelash.....
Your devoted tranquility is so pure,
And your soul is so beautiful...
We are together while lying in the sunshine....
Lost memories
Come back again
Into my mind
With their meaning.
Tell me that the world is the same
And nothing has changed,
Though we are aware that
We are so different,
And our touch is
Impossible to be achieved.
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could reach my deeply dormant eyelash I would have slipped my mind to dream................... oh what kind of imagery blazing the glory of love winter world may feel fire roaring deep by sweet warmth, excellent exposition of mirth by the thrills of romance trembling over blushed lips, thirst slowly seeps the blue, ingenoius write by imagery,10+++, thanks for vsharing
ammmmmmazing wording dear mari! REFLECTIVE! THE END COMPELLED ME TO THINK LOT! excellent! 10+
From Platonic Plane ~ ‘And our touch is impossible to be achieved.’ ~ Why not ride on colorful wings of emotion/imagination…enjoy the Magic of smooch…loluuud….finely chiseled… Thanks for sharing Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think your poems are the poetic image and full of limpid words. 10