joi, 2 mai 2013
Publicat de Rrodia
TREE OF LOVE
The winds that blow from the mills of Gods,
Throb the tomb of my forlorn memories
And whispers to the moments
Wrapped in white sheets
In the grave of unkept vows.
Where some unheard stories loom
And rumble some unseen dreams.
The twilight has long lingered
Its roseate haze, upon the grass
Which is now perched and scorched
Under the merciless Sun.
Oh, the tree!
Where the God of Love Descended each night
Which was the beloved of Demeter,
Its each bough was laden with the fruits
And each root deep in the ground.
Under its romantic shades
And tucked leaves with fragrance
Blessed countless lovers
Which was once the Tree of love
Is now leafless and naked.
Etichete: HANOOK GOHAR POETRY ·