The Conceit Comments

The rose-petals are mourning their deaths in the dust. let the stars dance, rejoice and witness dark blue nights..... Beautiful expressions in your poem. like it very much. it is very much revealing. thank you.

I have turned my eyes.....the blinds....... let the stars dance, rejoice and witness dark blue nights.....

The evening breeze is breathing the chill of winter. Maple leaves are turning brown. The flickering of lights from the distant poles are bored like beggars. - in ITALIAN: La brezza serale respira il freddo dell'inverno. Foglie d'acero si fanno marroni. Lo sfarfallio di luci dai poli lontani dà la noia come i mendicanti. Thanks for sharing.. Ciao

I like to rate 10 out of 10..... And yes, welcome to poemhunter

Excellently presented poem with good imagery.......

I wish there was more. Nicely done, Razia

a wonderful poem, you have presented your thoughts nicely, a well composed poem with beautiful images, thanks for sharing,

An interesting poem Razia, with some very good imagery.. Thank you for sharing..