Poetic Natural Feelings

There was exposed the mind of expression Rain of May came to the nib of writing pen No sorrow there was in the drop of the summer sky No happiness in the ecstasy of peacock dance pie Yet there was the poetic word, interlink of thought There were you and unspoken dream in soulful dot True or false, pleasure or pain never dyed me with you But naturally, I'm entangled with glad and grief review 27.05.2020 Chattogram