Thy little hands and twinkling eyes
Narrating a story of the whimsical hope
Which emerged through the black sky
In the sheer dark of fear and despair
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You think of yours being touched? Did you ever try to touch her, did you ever make her feel the same, ? somewhere I feel you feel betrayed
Thou art the savior of my tormented self Thou art the healer of my aching heart Thou art the hope of my fearful mind Thou art my real friend In the good or worse Whatever life would bring for us Thou would be there well.. professionally written this poem has got a deep and meanigful thought regarding hte art related life issues and kept the causes and effects in view and wrote and very sweet pome.. liked it and the way you wrote is very much melodic and poetic indeeed..appreciate your poetry...
Mesmerize me like I had an ancient wine Served by none other than the great Socrates...............and we simly love to drink, wonderful expression with stunning beauty imagery /metaphors
My friend I could never return thee The myriad love Like thou have showered Upon my heart, body and soul Yet I just have to whisper to the wind Blowing from my land to thy unknown abode afar I was touched by an angel called Love yesteryears And I am living with this unfulfilling wish since Would I ever be touched again? Just awsome! I simply love this poem and the depth of your message to your friend...so meaningful and deep..wonderful, it is one of your best. 'Blowing from my land to thy unknown abode afar I was touched by an angel called Love yesteryears' Rehana 10/9/09
wonderful verse flowing from heart...love is a perennial fountain and it will continue to spay its love on us in mysterious ways...
But the words thy tongue doth speak Mesmerize me like I had an ancient wine Rachel Ann Butler