A Nymph Of Love (Daughter Of Divinity) Comments

Are Thou Artemis wandering lonely in the forest of love? Well - armed in thy soft arms with Weapon Basilisk, To whom art thou flowering, And to whom thy rage wilt fall, In soft murmuring wind walk

Are Thou Artemis wandering lonely in the forest of love? Well - armed in thy soft arms with Weapon Basilisk, To whom art thou flowering,

Oh light that vanished within minute with eyes blink, Let me look at thee with my mind,

The Moon on a deserted land, Thy sudden blow of beauty makes this Maidenlike land a heaven. Thou art Soul never to meet on land, Beyond the reach of mortal hands,

Thy eyes make the Hurst a Moonlit night, Though no-moon in the Night. The bare feet on dry leaves sprout Manifold seeds, Buds sway to bloom at an urgent happiness,

In soft murmuring wind walk, Thy whisper reachesSylvan Eden, The bees are busy humming the song of thy praise, A floral feast is oozing in every bough, Ah Nymph of elysean arbor! Thy eyes make the Hurst a Moonlit night, Though no-moon in the Night.....///

Are Thou Artemis wandering lonely in the forest of love? Well - armed in thy soft arms with Weapon Basilisk, To whom art thou flowering,

For a moment let me drink thy bliss to get at thoughtless beauty, The bosom of goddess in a pure trance. In that ceaseless muse I wish to leave my single soul to be single with thee. Prabir Gayen

In Starless sky let me move to thee and forget the blows of life, For a moment let me drink thy bliss to get at thoughtless beauty, The bosom of goddess in a pure trance. In that ceaseless muse I wish to leave my single soul to be single with thee. .......////

stepping tip toe to my side, And with mystic night taking the potion of mighty stars, Thou Artemis art moving inside my soul, Art thou my cherished dream? Or the heaven that I may meet after my demise?

The bees are busy humming the song of thy praise, A floral feast is oozing in every bough, Ah Nymph of elysean arbor! ...

The bees are busy humming the song of thy praise, A floral feast is oozing in every bough, Ah Nymph of elysean arbor!

Are Thou Artemis wandering lonely in the forest of love? Well - armed in thy soft arms with Weapon Basilisk, To whom art thou flowering, And to whom thy rage wilt fall, In soft murmuring wind walk, Thy whisper reachesSylvan Eden

Oh light that vanished within minute with eyes blink, Let me look at thee with my mind, Full of stars vanish and empty is the being, In Starless sky let me move to thee and forget the blows of life, For a moment let me drink thy bliss to get at thoughtless beauty, The bosom of goddess in a pure trance. In that ceaseless muse I wish to leave my single soul to be single with thee. .................

stepping tip toe to my side, And with mystic night taking the potion of mighty stars, Thou Artemis art moving inside my soul, Art thou my cherished dream? Or the heaven that I may meet after my demise?

Intoxicated eyes art like heaven underneath, Calling the thirsty souls to collect knowledge divine, Thou art Mother Earth and would be the lovely lover to care the destitute, Warm is thy soul to drive the pestilence that makes sore to human mores, With thy soft cooling touch of rain and mist, Thy forehead gazes and wordless eyes art determined to usher change, Oh sequestered soul! stepping tip toe to my side,

Oh little soul of might heart, The Moon on a deserted land, Thy sudden blow of beauty makes this Maidenlike land a heaven. Thou art Soul never to meet on land, Beyond the reach of mortal hands,

Thy eyes make the Hurst a Moonlit night, Though no-moon in the Night. The bare feet on dry leaves sprout Manifold seeds, Buds sway to bloom at an urgent happiness, Who art thou?

In soft murmuring wind walk, Thy whisper reachesSylvan Eden, The bees are busy humming the song of thy praise, A floral feast is oozing in every bough, Ah Nymph of elysean arbor

Are Thou Artemis wandering lonely in the forest of love? Well - armed in thy soft arms with Weapon Basilisk, To whom art thou flowering, And to whom thy rage wilt fall,