Down and up, a tremor of love
Smile and sigh, so common, but now
A game of carefree buds of May,
Nay like old man, who die at bay
Without disturbing the wave low
For Lover's only to alone bow
On cross roads how our wish often
Fly high to hug a column so soften
With words, voices and virtues so arae
Like an angel in desert fair
Categories:
arae, philosophy,
Form: Free verse