The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Ii

Poem By Richard Savage

Jasmine smiles
and Rose too with thorns all around
Breeze wonders when it enters the garden...

Newly blown flower
falls down on the sand
Dew Drops shedtears....

Beautiful rainbow
with its wonderful seven colors
when faded felt sad the blue sky....


The moon shined on full moon night
decreased and decreased and vanished one night
the darksky stoodwithoutanaddress....

Comments about The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Ii

Great imagery and your title is very fascinating....loved the way you got it.10++++
Sky without an address- -Wow- Such a beautiful imagery for expressing the feeling of sadness when we lose something very close to our heart. 'The moon shined on full moon night decreased and decreased and vanished one night the dark sky stood without an address....'
Colorful imagery in the sky without an address. Most telling reflections.
A touching imagery indeed. Congrats for aptly earned positioning and thanks for sharing.
Very nice piece. Well penned down.


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