Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Little fawn '  I would go along you....... Winter has gone, a journey that begin's with bustle  A little fawn, sits alone in inner wall of forest  Still early spring its, picturing divine miracle In little rain, seated alone, will run for it  I would go along you little fawn; where birds sing; The spring begin calling, let wait for it  Words hung on lip; rich with yearnig  Little fawn! look I hailed here; from a fancy town.  I heard, that Rabin still sings here in bush  I can see Canary on candy bough of tree. O my soul! so woundrous  searing look  All sweet birds, are your friends little fawn living good Here give me some space on lease  Send my plea to wishpering breeze. Hovering high over; a resident of greens. Saying frequently, "spread not thing of evil" Here dwell with rest My spirit  Here dwell with healing steam and alone. In the green zone; by side nearest living trees. Here live; where stille in stille live in.... #po...

In true love age distance or caste has no meaning---- Admire  In the rainy drops, she trembles as like a flower,  Alike, darling bud; in the rhythm of the shower,  She can't murmur, a moment without me. In true love, age, distance or caste has no meaning,  It's an old chronic; thus don't lay in doubt. A school of thought; that believe's in these silly things. She is still oblivious, as how the occult is intervening. It's not something inborn; but endowed  The melancholy is, she is not  leaning, Facts of logic or arithmetic; yet she is uncrowned Jolie fille ! take wit to work, death gives not the clink. Or tiding "I'm coming " like a sound .....