Poem of a troubled soul ~ A boat of fine silver paddles through a grey river in my dream I see it , passing by the banks Of the deserted rainbow town at nine in the night It rips open river into two silken threads cutting across the rush of current . In it a wounded boats- woman golden by every inch struck by the arc of love asleep in the great arms of darkness is carrying grief ( frozen in her heart with the remnants of the lost songs of water and dead fish ) and a decade old tree of tears to a far off island where among moist jasmines flowers of solitude grow . She says to me in my dream through her dream She will get her wound healed, there. She will have her tree of tears buried under the soil of eternity. Adios ! Adios! By the banks of the rainbow town I see it, In my dream She goes by, waving to the ruins of history till she disappears into the curtains of mist in the grey river The nightingale sings behind her on a swaying branch of oak tree . [ Posting a poem after long days ]
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 18:22:15 +0000
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