Far away in the moon light
An over-whelming sight
Dim and dark mountains spread
their grace; Her beauty unshred
I sit back in my chair at nine
With her and a glass of wine,
Beind the shadow of fire-light
With my lucite pen to write
Flowers shed their fragrance
Birds flocking to their nests
I long for the right word quests
I opt this time for pleasance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~nirvana
5 comments:
That was really a cool night in one of those hill stations. Your poem would definitely take one there.
I sit back in my chair at nine
With her and a glass of wine.
Don't feel like "The world's mine?"
The poem's fine.
Plz do read my post on Cocaine.
Sahara...who are you?Do we know each other?What is your blog?
I just came across your blog and found it interesting! Keep blogging!
Did you write this yourself? Quite cool.
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