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: joy
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
She Has The Heart Of A Child
The astral notifies dainty moments that I shall devote to her The diurnal delight that fades under the vermilion sky revives when I amble along with her My mortal clock halts before her ineffable majesty She’s as mighty as the Universe yet she has the heart of a child.
Joy And Faith
Affix your dreams on the sky of faith Let ’em gleam like the stars Reinstate your childhood like the occasion ornaments Let ’em sway on a repainted carousel As the snow flurry chime on your doorsteps Enliven the day with your dearest Let the joy illuminate the shimmering Sun
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 