Poetry

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PROFILE About me Poetry (5)



13 november 2020

Imagery

The melodic whispers
of the chilly breeze
rupture the seed soiled
to sprout to bloom
totally and clearly.

Squeezing the morning
drip the natural dewdrops
from the roof of my home
rinse your supple body
cleansing all the dirt and filth
blushed steadily
as the gold glittered.

Just linger for a moment
near the meadow of my mind
the frosty and icy sweats
distilled through my arduous fervor
let you feel this much serene
that craft a poetry of its nature
in my mindful mind.

Burning lava erupted
out of the crater of my mind
freezes itself into granite
carving skillfully
my living in its spirit.
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