a song of purification rip her lips,
like thunder on a mountain,
that whisper oh listen...
thoughts of passion,
past my window
that thumb like red hill and paul,
let me be your intervention,
breath of sinking ships stomping out my breath,
amber of shield,
that gave me my own free will,
I'm am here,
the power of such search light that
clash with the night,
oh were are you? ,
but no sign of my dear
the sun have start to pray on the night,
soon it be sun rise but where is my dear
forever more...,
as seconds turn to hours and days past
i sit around wonder if it all was
a dream.
love da simile in da 2nd line.it creates a vivid image connecting 2 da 1st line. Beautiful poem.
this is a wonderfully picturesque poem, a lovely read! ! !
Dreams are the stuff of which life is made. Well done my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This expectant waiting for your beloved, though long can be fun! As long as there is hope still lingering, this hiatus won't be tedious! May your patient wait be rewarded! Enjoyed the poem!