Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.

Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.
Feathers lie in the cold, it tell stories of life before.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Two short Poems

Love’s Warmth

Don’t give it up like Angel Trumpet sheds its petals to the dried ground
Not even, think to abandon moments when falls stops giving off its crystals
Since the twin’ sparkles fade in the eyes at a point precise.
Though not by nature govern, or by moment tells
As when sinews with the bones start rocking soul deep
Until typhoons howl highest pitch—tails whip fiery but sweet.
In the darkness, the stars dazzle the tempest’ frenzied arms
Gripping the love pillars unknown—when furnace’ at its hottest.

Your love

Yours are beams that shine the dark new moon
  warm light showers bad dream and 'come good
 Each dream, I fly to cloud nine—torches the soul with fiery kisses
Burn each molecule of flesh and bones renews the failing spirit
Yours a paradise of life—no pleasure equals or worldliness peers

Yours’ diviner than divine, lovely\love, beautiful\beauty, truthful\truth.

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