Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness
Of two souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life
Of fairies. Seeing that, bodies spread the sighs
Of hell into their eyes, lips and faces.
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.........a beautiful poem...sometimes happiness is like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow....
Stunning write bursting with longing for your beloved in a far land, with beautiful imagery, seeing the happiness of souls you and your beloved cry with such longing for each other! !
Nice one, carry on. Good job man. Bless you.
Thanks a lot.