When next I write
They asked me to speak of happiness,
In the passion of my lines
To reverberate joy,
In the piercing intensity of my words
To echo ecstasy.
And as I smile
My muse sniggers,
"May I take a nap?".
August 31st, '08
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You travel -
Through unknown stations,
passing empty paddy fields.
over quiet rivers that rest beneath you.
You bring a lot of earth along,
And smell of m...
8 years ago
3 comments:
Your verse is polished.The start was very promising.Not to the say the end was a dampener though.
:) Pleased.
On the contrary, the end is what makes it extraordinary :) ... just my humble opinion
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