Then I sharpened my wings for a prissy flight,
Through powerful Light that Heavenly be;
And that one moment that I relived from my sinful drought,
That appealed for many longer years, than brightness ever probe.
Sit with you now, and inhaling your songs and verse;
Of serene that borrows your vibe,
Blessed within me my ‘maker’; the ensuring ‘sacred rose’
Of love, that he my life can subscribe.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- I See Your Beauty by Ronald G. Auguste
- Robert Burns: Thou Fair Eliza:
- Time And The Garden by Yvor Winters
- Had Something To Say by Vattacharja Chandan
- Private Property poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Илона Грошева – Ира
- The Scarecrow by Ross D Tyler
- Not Here by Rumi
- Not Youth Pertains to Me. by Walt Whitman
- Marsh Hymns by Sidney Lanier
- Ок Мельникова – Если есть от кого ждать писем
- An Indian Love Song by Sarojini Naidu
- Exmoor poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Федор Сологуб – Побеждайте радость
- Robert Burns: The Young Highland Rover:
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
