***a Mermaid's Sleep Which Used To Escape In A Waiting Shape Poem by TaMaRa HaNaRiNg ,(((( PaLeSTiNe))))FreedOm Flottila .
***a Mermaid's Sleep Which Used To Escape In A Waiting Shape
last night where the soul's sorrow was a mate,
last night where she found one start,
an end of a falling tear, or perhaps a newborn of a pain..
last night where a start left a trace of rain in her cloudy eyes...calling he who knows how to dive in oceans of her hidden emotions, who invade the soul....
who could find where are the holes of a traveling ship,
who could be a captain for her trip,
. her sleep which used to escape in a waiting shape,
while waiting for little hope...
....for a healer to
eradicate the
killer of the souls..to knot that broken rope.
the seeker seek arts of reading soaring hearts,
an artist in listening, singing, reading others' arts
before tasting that pleasure of a sailor's arrival..before the arrival knocks her doors...she found him on his shores and again ready to depart...
an artist in listening, singing, reading others' art, i love this expression, very creative poem. thanks for share
nice narrative indeed... nice story ma'am// well crafted! ! ! liked it very much! ! ! thanks for this one10++ with love shan
it is a wonderfull poem to read, you have sketched details of you eyes watching the sea sight..........amazing write with hight of skills
last night where a start left a trace of rain in her cloudy eyes... calling he who knows how to dive in oceans of her hidden emotions, who invade the soul.. .love intense dissipates night from dark ling glance sailor yet not fugitive to blaze fame of flames in trance cloudy eyes shelter in lap of slumber deep as knows how to break the wall rocking glows, .......excellent exposition of love in quest, hide opens up strengthen rope reverberation, yet a luscious glow by passion, ingenious write yet of unique genre,10++++, thanks for sharing
A Mermaid's SleeP WhicH used to EscapE In A WaitinG ShapE is a poem lush with lovely lines all through especially ' last night where the soul's sorrow was a mate, / last night where she found one start, / an end of a falling tear, or perhaps a newborn of a pain.. / last night where a start left a trace of rain in her cloudy eyes...calling he who knows how to dive in oceans of her hidden emotions, who invade the soul....'
Enjoy the freshness of your phrasing and the images you use to express your ideas and feelings.
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/10/2023 7:39:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
her sleep which used to escape in a waiting shape, while waiting for little hope... ....for a healer to eradicate the killer of the souls..to knot that broken rope. Words pierce the heart and soul... Well thought and lovely narration... Well done...