I’ll not let the raven clouds shroud the
pitch darkness of my heart.
I’ll will not give in to the mighty rains to
wash away the salinity of my tears.
Few whispers of amorous love might never
mend my broken heart,
My tears won’t evaporate to the lofty cycles
of the Earths and Sun.
For I’ll not part with my share of pains in
pursuit of temporary gains.
Beautifully poignant for me Tanya
I’ve experience temporary gain
washed away by December rain
and my lost soul felt the pain
Ivor, you have penned the essence of my poem so beautifully. Why barter our pains for the sake of temporary gains… washed away by December rain, how lovely. Trusting that you are doing fine. 🙂
I’m the same as every one else, struggling under the weight of the pandemics invisible fog…
I know, we are sailing in the same 🚣♀️ boat, hopefully this shall pass too.
In our Noah’s ark for forty days and forty nights 🌏
Oh yeah your right, it’s been many days …
Nice share!
Thanks a lot Warren!
You’re welcome!
An uplifting poetry. One won’t succumb to situations. Kudos to imagination. Gud one
Thanks for your time and like, appreciate it.
Hehe. So formal.
Yes ofcourse I’ll be forma and respectful I’m not a friend I’m a fellow blogger on top a woman.
Agree. respect
You write so well about feelings…you are not afraid 🤗🤗
I can write about feelings without inhibitions but I’m not very expressive in real life… verbally I’m shy ☺️
me too, what a drag 😢😢
I know