I met her now, in sprinking rain
A girl, who loves as much as I
And she is still beseeched in pain
Of those who loved and let her cry
The moments passed in heaven's time
Where life stood still and angels fly
Her speech and thoughts in mine they rhyme
Our hearts went limp , I wonder why
Of all the games that Love does play
We win and cry each every day
The chime of time is singing true
Tis as old as God, but just as new
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i liked this one.. simple yet rhythmic
ReplyDeleteits more than just a poem .. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks "Dance..."!
ReplyDeleteI have composed this as a song. The song sounds so good because of the wonderful lyrics.
ReplyDeleteI have composed this as a song. The song sounds so good because of the wonderful lyrics.
ReplyDeleteyour work speaks so much. they're so meloncolic.. very genuine. . . very you. . . there's a sadness in them.. almost feels like the poet is . . . crying out. . . "hear my pain"
ReplyDeleteYes... melonchaly is the word... n only the ones who have felt it know its beauty...
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