The beautiful blossom buds of spring
Flutter mine heart, what joy they bring
This lovely forlorn tale to sing
Where, O where do I begin
A fairy walked in heavens way
Of all she saw,O she held sway
When an empty heart did cross her way
She walked within, forever to stay
The poor heart, knew not what had filled
its yearning for a lifetime stilled
which way it looked , which way it willed
She stood , she gazed , she laughed to kill
A sudden burst came sweeping through
The pained heart , couldn't anymore do
She tore it wide ,and bid adieu
To a heart she wished she never knew
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ReplyDeleteI like your blog.You have a real creative genious in you.If poetry is the spontenious overflow of powerful feelings, if it is imagination recollection in tranqulity then tis is it.keep posting.i have no doubt you will rock one day!
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hey... this one too - awesome... :-)
ReplyDeletequite beautifully portrayed the dilemma of the 2 (At least, from where i see and read and understand..). . .
Greaat stuff , , , keep writin.. . .
lov n luck. ..
"She stood , she gazed , she laughed to kill"
ReplyDeleteLines from the heart, I suppose.
The more you get trapped, the more you would want to get released or is it otherwise!!!!!!
Swetha! it is always otherwise from where we are !
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