Odd colours oft catching mind's eye,
Life would always logic defy.
Sands not always eye-soothing white,
Nor would the sun shine always bright.
To poets oceans may look blue,
To you may oft look beyond clue.
Moonlit nights may not make you dream,
Nor would new moons spell gloomy whim.
Yes, life always logic defies,
A new dream dawns an old when dies.
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Musings |03.12.2019|
Topic: dream, whim, life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moonlit nights may not make you dream/Nor would new moons spell gloomy whim....glinting expression sir! A marvelous poem......................................10++++++
Many thanks Dr Swain for such good words/10+++