Friday, 10 February 2012


Ask her to think,
what she said on the parting day,
promises forgotten.

She was twitting
what she thought  better
to tell to the earth.

I was everything
as solemn words hold the desire,
ancient secrets.

I am rehearsing
to say what to keep alive,
ancient treasure.

In the rotation
she peeped in everything,
solitary region.

My eyes drawn in
to watch the beauty sublime,
divine fires.

Ask her what cure
can be longing for blush,
I am in search.

1 comment:

  1. Hello.
    Hope you find that cure you're looking for.
    Enjoyable poem with nice imagery & flow.
    Thanks for sharing & visiting. Your comment was most welcome.

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