Drops of sorrow
Forms like dew drops
Falls upon my heart
About an intimate one
Far far away from me
Who draws picture on a mirror
With her long polished
Fingers of porcelain complexion
And her inspiring lines
Live in my heart
To console every body
with love and peace.
How beautiful Poet! ! ! Thanks so much for share such delicacy in words! ! ! !
Beautiful poem Mr. Pookkat! Love the thoughts you shared about someone far away who draws pictures on a mirror. Interesting, I imagine that could possibly be a computer screen?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sense of mystery of an elusive lady that lives in your heart beautifully woven, a gem!