An Immortal Bubble
An immortal bubble it was when you
And I were on the edge of getting lost
In some intense musk of our heat and frost
As immortal moments danced in the dew
Giving shape to birds from starry stillness
Underneath the scented sparks of diamonds
Intoxicated with browning almonds
Sprinkling crimson splashes on melting face
And green apples in our waiting ocean
Relaxing the knots in a pink freedom
In lilac rhythm ridding all our notion
Of eternity as time sans fathom
What matters is the intense disruption
In which the Himalayan moments come
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01/03/2017: Form I (with a theme) – poetry contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
A sonnet consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern
a b b a a b b a followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern
of c d c d c d
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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