‘Twas a full moon night, twinkling sight
Sweetness and light, its’ magic was white
Like the sonorous bells of anklets
Was the sound made by the crickets
Unseen was her play and dance
That night he met her all by chance
Sweetness and light, its’ magic was white
Like the sonorous bells of anklets
Was the sound made by the crickets
Unseen was her play and dance
That night he met her all by chance
Beneath the lemon tree
She wished to set him free
Bedazzled by her charms
He lay dead in her arms
Then the chimera screamed…
Ah! a gift of sepia dreams
She wished to set him free
Bedazzled by her charms
He lay dead in her arms
Then the chimera screamed…
Ah! a gift of sepia dreams
‘Twas a full moon night, twinkling sight
Now the passion ignite, a burial site..
~~payal~~
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dreamy write i must say..little dark too :)
ReplyDeletethe paintin is as always as lovely as it can be....n the poem as well is gr8...one of the few of urs that i hv liked....:) reads like poetry not prose
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