the moon is so silent....
the air so ominously still
this night seems endless
this sadness tireless still
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theres no whispering fantasy to enlighten my sombriety no empty wanderings to chase away these morosities here goes the Wardhanics :)
Yes...sadness is a friend that often creeps into us... slowly and slowly... and lingering long...i liked the soft melancholy that adorns this write...thanks Wardha...10
Thats excellently written..........love it......... beautiful work............. ;)
the words flow and feeling rises - This poem can be a beaufiful son for piano and colourature soprano.....
which is slow in advent and even slower to go...... I think one can't write such a lovely piece without feeling sadness in each cell of one's body... Brilliant...keep writing...
sweet it is too.. means you you are quite capable to write good poems.. a sweet poem