When moonlight shines from above,
the ripples in the lake appear
like a staircase of tiny steps
tempting you to cross over
Cross over to the delights hidden
behind the dark curtain
that awaits you at the horizon.
Oh how I wish i cross that lake.
How i wish I would be set free...
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Nice one! And short too. Neither of which can I manage. LOL! Besides, I doubt if I can write such serious stuff, leave alone poetry. Anyway, nice one! :)
How i wish i could set free
from the clutches of this human tyranny.
How i wish i could set free
from the clutches of this human tyranny.
thats a good one... :) in a few lines, u've conveyed what u had to... nice :)
while the water is still calm
I see my self in the moonlight
asking me to crossover
and reach out for unanimous light....
great...I tend to reply a poem with a poem
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