Cloaked in silence, these stars bear,
Spelt in book of my passionate dreams,
Demoiselle you have the wildest eyes,
What blinds are to see and deaf to hear?
Carven name I’d remember to baptize,
In the forest of promise, on every tree,
Woman of sacred heart, or so it seems,
I shall revisit for you’re dearest to me.
Spelt in book of my passionate dreams,
Demoiselle you have the wildest eyes,
What blinds are to see and deaf to hear?
Carven name I’d remember to baptize,
In the forest of promise, on every tree,
Woman of sacred heart, or so it seems,
I shall revisit for you’re dearest to me.
10 comments:
ehh. touching.
especially the last lines rocks.
Mania- The very words form the crux of the poem as there dwells the lies.
Hafsa- *Thumbs up*
Beautiful poetry!
the iamge u selected is good personification of ur thoughts...
Jal Pari- I'm glad you think so.
Heavenly Muse- Quite apt I must admit.
Beautiful! :)
Is it?
The image that does justice to the poetry.
Bravo.
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