She is the rhythm
To the colourless wind
And to those who
Met her
She is the queen
While
Her heart is wild
Like the tempest
At sea
And the soft stars
High above
In the far off sky
Drizzle like a dream
Between her two lost eyes
And destiny is
What she is
Singing softly
In every one's dream
Well articulated and nicely penned with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing,
amazingly penned it.... nd the soft stars High above In the far off sky Drizzle like a dream Between her two lost eyes And destiny is What she is Singing softly In every one's dream.....perfect
An amazing sketch of a muse done with a fine personification of nature. Thank you, Dear Friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
touching me the- While Her heart is wild Like the tempest At sea...// lovely poem