Few little poems

Few little poems short poem

Poetry

The best of poetry

is performed

alone–

in her beauty . . .

Tears

Few little drops of rain

in my eyes,

wet in warmth

of love

unfold the silence

in the heart. . .

Reality

A poet’s dark paintings

painted within his pen

are his reality. . .

Winter

Snowflakes cover empty branches

left alone

by autumn’s yellow leaves . . .

Moon

Twilight moon on the sky–

her fragrance falls

through the sleepless clouds . . . .

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I love writting poems. I love the way poetry amuse my life. I respect them and always trying my best to adopt those skills. . My phone: +917896631911
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Welcome to HoP. We have edited and changed the format of your poems submitted to us a little bit in order to publish them..very sweet and refreshing style of poetry. We request you to update your information on the profile page and hope to read more from you.

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