Too close— but billion distance
Two high rises side by side
— Non-reachable
On the valley of your noose
A noon was bent differently
Yellow desire oozed on brows
Purple wind darker than grief
If midnight moon comes close
I’ll be a wild flower on hill foot
just as a wildflower on the hill foot of humbleness of desire........well written profound piece.10
..... If midnight moon.... too good for words! The flow carried me along effortlessly! !
Vote Box not found? Why? Still Ten by all heart dr.sakti
'On the valley of your noose A noon was bent differently...' Excellent imagery! Wow! ! Carried forward. Ten++ But how to communicate? No message allowed. Regards dr sakti
if midnight moon comes close I’ll be a wild flower on hill foot Wonderful....you are capable of telling so many things in so small a space.... 10++++++++++++
Glorious imagery Ashraful and the wild flower did it for me. 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting combination of words and imagery, Wonderful write Ashraful