‘Round her creamy lucent face
Her white silken hair
Flush like electric wires
To collect fluorescent rays
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When night descends She closes her eyes to step lightly In the archaic city of youth, To sing and dance on an empty street.- - - - - -In my dreams I am always young and running and jumping and riding- -tus a lovely gift God has given us this thing called dreams! Falling raindrops weave pearls in her hair And shimmer on black charcoal path.
A wonderful poem on the begone days of childhood. The lost days are remembered with passion. " A shy girl dances to the beats of drain drops" " But the song bird has flown away" are superb lines" . Thanks for sharing
A beautiful poem that touches the hearts like rains touching the heart and soul.
Incredibly beautiful, the scene almost comes to mind- of a girl dancing in rain.
MA'AM YOU MAY NOT DANCE READING ME ANYMORE BUT READ MY EYES POEM FOR SURE THE WORLD WILL READ IT AND DANCE WITH YOU MUCH MORE 4 SURE
Fantastic write, like a motion picture rolling through the years, cherished memories both warm and chill.10+
Dear Savita, the imagery in your poem is supreme. We can ask no more of this beautiful poem.
Falling raindrops weave pearls in her hair And shimmer on black charcoal path.- - - - - - - - - - -brought me outside in the rain with those lines- - 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ poem