The Soul Of My Soul Poem by Rezeile Eigo
The Soul Of My Soul
The dying sun gleamered in the west
Painting bloody hues of abstract
And that paints are painted best
When all senses betray the fact.
Then it is the Soul of my Soul
Soon the stars sparkled high
Upon the velvet veil
With the ghostly moon sighing sighs
Althroughout the slowing sail.
It is the Soul of my Soul
But quick gray clouds gathered armies
Wiping the lights away
Howling winds like rushing bees.
Still it is in anyway
The Soul of my Soul
The painter of dusk, the lights of night,
The chill and the rain melody soft,
Is a sheltre more'n day's bright -
It is YOU - the Soul of
My Soul
wala akong masabe talaga..... magaling ka sister. sana ikaw ang maging soulmate ko. love lots, melvin
Rezeile, I love the passion poured into this writing. Lovely! 10! Dorothy
hello, dear soul of my heart, how are you now my dear binibini sana lagi kang masaya at mawiwili gagawa ng tula na kawili-wili. well, you got another great poem i like this one sister. keep penning, love lots, melvin
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4/25/2024 10:06:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nicely done... hehehe simply elegant... the calmness of the environment seemed to be it's saddest... emphasized by the usage of paintings to immortalize the scene... It urges the reader to want to feel what is really between the lines... 'the painter of dusk, the lights of night'- i really liked this line...