Under the starry sky
Beneath the silver moon
Bound together, their spirits soaring high
Like held conjointly in an invisible cocoon
Their fingers unwind like a pitched trap
Unperturbed by rest, in other each lost
Afraid to blink, to let out of their grasp
To abide, accept, retain, to withstand at any cost
From the truth in their eyes to this kiss on their lips
The flames of love that burns every sign of misery
Through the burdened and hardship that emotions rip
Incessant promise, from the lady to her whiskey
2 comments:
why no vodka
i wonder how u didnt receive any comments on this one.
Although i dont think that i understand poems very well.. this one tells me that the female poet loves the whisky and considers it to be her best frnd durin misery.
the way u have described it is brilliant and unconventional.
I dont have a purist's view so wudnt criticize on the style of poem. it's different than normal poems but i like a good change! :)
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