The Winning Poem
THE WINNING POEM
When at dusk on the edge of horizon colors appear
my pen takes indigo from there, on paper it flows,
into etched words my emotions morph, they cascade,
carry my poem on the wings of the rippling breeze.
In sapphire night the cadence of moonbeam endears,
my love drifts on quill of verse, in your ears it whispers
the rhythm of lyric pulsating with the beat of my heart,
from the start the poetic expression I inscribe is a winner.
Contest : You Be The Judge
Sponsored by : Bobby May
Date Created : March 8, 2019
Judgement Rating : First
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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