Poem Hunter
KA (18th march 1978 / leicester)



Who & what is she?

Shrouded in her, Kosmik mystery,
Reaching out, like a blossoming tree…
Opening your mind, and setting it free….

Lining your tongue, with golden honey….
As you begin to talk, mellifluously,

Oceans of WISDOM,
That unlocks your Kingdom,

Galaxies of pearls,
Source of swirls,
Curls & twirls….

Each syllable a priceless, precious, valuable token,
As each one is TRULY spoken,

Only then, will you have truly awoken……
Leaving you a mind unbroken…

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Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Comments (1)

marvellous you seem to have gone into the depth of this poem