rosa's poems hi i have published my poems and would like ur sincere comments Tuesday, April 11, 2006 LOVE The scent of the morning air Laughter of a child a quick smile exchanged The grateful heart Are all but variables of love Satiation is a mirage When we know not what we chase Pain alters into ecstasy at birth and The joys of life are stark naked Just as anew born child It is but ironic that in giving we receive And more and more is measured into our laps You can have your fill To the point of suffocation You can empty your whole self And still remain full to the brim You only live to love. posted by ROSALINE BOSCO MAHIMAIDOSS @ 8:45 AM 2 comments FRIENDSHIP It was difficult to achieve coherence in thoughts, Life seemed to be a collage of images and occurrences, Just on the brink of the void, bottomless abyss, Searching for the content and contentment, Was dealt a stunning blow, a kindred spirit, A true soul to prove, That vain glories powers ...
Comments
Post a Comment