Time floated in our echoes
and love carved our destiny
day in and day out together
we've sailed to cross continents
of body fate and psyche
sleeping in the same bed, but
isn't it disappointing we
haven't seen the same dreams together
Dear Sir,
Very creative write...You have raised a wonderful question here...this poem of yours made me think and this is the hallmark of a true poet...cheers...love n luck....BHUWAN from Nepal.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Very creative write...You have raised a wonderful question here...this poem of yours made me think and this is the hallmark of a true poet...cheers...love n luck....BHUWAN from Nepal.