When I
think of
walking on
the lonely sands,
discovering
the path,
Spontaneous
response
To the
tantalizing effects
Of unreasonable
quest
Rise from
the sand storms.
Bitter symphonies
Play on like a lie.
I feel
lost
in search
of mirage.
I feel,
I can do anything
I set my mind to,
Or so I believe.
Beneath my
skin,
The whispering
moon
burns the
black forests.
This is incredibly beautiful! The image is very evocative too.
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Thanks a lot. :)
DeleteI love the first poem! And I love the last stanza of the second poem. Thanks for sharing both of them!
ReplyDeleteThank you Fida.:)
DeleteBrilliant :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
DeleteBitter symphonies / Play on like a lie. / I feel lost / in search of mirage.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!!!
I love this. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
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