Dew Poem by Liza Sud

Dew



Dew is to you remained,
viscous drops of the herbs
braid is entwined with the earth,
thrown up are his hands.

fate - in abyss a flight,
by pure tear down
waits in abyss someone
the fall from life to life.

be the rainfall of a star,
of the planets - side daughter,
you on the photograph
send me amute hello.

The coral bone - shines,
emerald waves of song,
Eyes-blue are the skies -
stretching their hands in cross.

Thursday, October 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: translation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 08 October 2015

Nice imagery and metaphor, I liked it Liza..Thanks for sharing.

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Mannah Shekh 08 October 2015

Nice poem.. Thanks to dear poet

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Kelly Kurt 08 October 2015

A collection of profound thoughts and metaphor. Thanks, Liza

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