My anima’s moulting withinwhen she’s here to mend my soulMy wings become supersonicwhen she’s here to applaudLet my dreams remain lockedif she’s holding the keyHer love flickers, electrifies,dazzles as the neon levinradiates my dingy epochlike the vivid Canopus.
Tag: hope
Idealist Of Luminance
An abstract chutzpah accentuates through the facile brush strokes as she paints on the hackneyed scribbles, The loitered moments initiate the imaginations, whilst the dynamic days fructify an artistry, To see an entire new world she fought against the domination like a rebel, The unbridled dreams are fluttering like the blue morphos, What she has…
Empty Hands
Unlock your dreams with deific key There’ll be light on the altar while the hope is alive even you’ve nothing worthy and even the unbidden miracles are phoney The leafless tree in fall will be blooming by spring After all, everything ought to begin with empty hands
Prayers Of The Broken Souls
Countless sacrifices and the grief will be gone when the running stops The split clouds convene, move to the north, grant the Sun to shine on the sacred land The serene fortunate nights will be given before the faiths are lost May all the broken souls be graced
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 