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wind of lovE
trees were swaying from
head to toe intoxication
squirrels were hopping from top to bottom,
bringing evening and morning
a bygone and molded time was
trying to come back on track
flowers were scattered
on some blurred paths
after a long wait, the feet of the soft,
warm and bright sun had touched the land
the dreams settled in the eyes
last night had set out on a new ride
feelings dancing in
the colors of dawn were embracing
a soft memory was resting
on the shadow wrapped in comfortable darkness
a bud was blooming
with a soft sigh, soft embrace and soft touch
well, there were some sharp stones
and thorny grass too
on which blood started flowing
as soon as one stepped on them
which were giving hollow pain for the bygone time,
but were laden with a wonderful joy
the sand of the night started
scattering back from the sun's wings
from the fabric of joy and pain
the yellow love-cloth that was woven started shrinking as the night fell
a milk-white feeling
started igniting between the two people
completely detached
from the outside world
a new story was born
in each other's quiet presence
a divine attraction, a passion, a rage...
head to toe intoxication
squirrels were hopping from top to bottom,
bringing evening and morning
a bygone and molded time was
trying to come back on track
flowers were scattered
on some blurred paths
after a long wait, the feet of the soft,
warm and bright sun had touched the land
the dreams settled in the eyes
last night had set out on a new ride
feelings dancing in
the colors of dawn were embracing
a soft memory was resting
on the shadow wrapped in comfortable darkness
a bud was blooming
with a soft sigh, soft embrace and soft touch
well, there were some sharp stones
and thorny grass too
on which blood started flowing
as soon as one stepped on them
which were giving hollow pain for the bygone time,
but were laden with a wonderful joy
the sand of the night started
scattering back from the sun's wings
from the fabric of joy and pain
the yellow love-cloth that was woven started shrinking as the night fell
a milk-white feeling
started igniting between the two people
completely detached
from the outside world
a new story was born
in each other's quiet presence
a divine attraction, a passion, a rage...
Published 19th Oct 2024
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19th Oct 2024 7:47am
Beautifully written, dimpy. Into the list it belongs. Appreciate you.
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19th Oct 2024 2:11pm
When the sun goes down, passions rise up.
a milk-white feeling
started igniting between the two people [love it]
a milk-white feeling
started igniting between the two people [love it]
19th Oct 2024 2:10pm
19th Oct 2024 11:34am
19th Oct 2024 2:09pm
hey artist...your compliment is like spring in autumn for me... many thanks for RL entry...
19th Oct 2024 5:14pm
"From the fabric of joy and pain"...you fused that so perfectly into this write. Beautiful!
19th Oct 2024 5:33pm
19th Oct 2024 10:53pm
Your words seem to be a tale of love between two people as natural as the wind through the trees. The lines weave the story as though it were written in the pages of a holy doctrine from long ago. I can almost see the pictures as though they were profiled in a book of romantic stories.
I believe passion is ingrained in all of us. Whether it be a passion for writing, for singing, for goals, and for the passion of another. We all know It's like a fire within. You seemed to have caught that in this poem, Dimpy.
From humble beginnings, to the pain of desire, and to glorious breakthroughs. That divine attraction of two people coming together in the way you've written it, feels like a story that was somehow already arranged long ago in some far off place. Once again, they've found each other. As a leaf falls from a tree and grows back, love renews.
Sorry for the drawn out comment.
Beautifully done, Dimpy.
I believe passion is ingrained in all of us. Whether it be a passion for writing, for singing, for goals, and for the passion of another. We all know It's like a fire within. You seemed to have caught that in this poem, Dimpy.
From humble beginnings, to the pain of desire, and to glorious breakthroughs. That divine attraction of two people coming together in the way you've written it, feels like a story that was somehow already arranged long ago in some far off place. Once again, they've found each other. As a leaf falls from a tree and grows back, love renews.
Sorry for the drawn out comment.
Beautifully done, Dimpy.
20th Oct 2024 4:58am
hey number 1..;)
you will definitely get the top critiquer trophy 😜..well I really liked your comment...you understood my words in the right sense...i am very grateful that you gave me your time to read and respond...
you will definitely get the top critiquer trophy 😜..well I really liked your comment...you understood my words in the right sense...i am very grateful that you gave me your time to read and respond...
20th Oct 2024 6:00am
I love your poetic descriptions, stuff the reader can 'touch'.
and most of all...*a divine attraction, a passion, a rage...*
great ending. Well done, Dimpy:)
and most of all...*a divine attraction, a passion, a rage...*
great ending. Well done, Dimpy:)
21st Oct 2024 5:29am
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