O Tears, the companion of endless night,
That murky shadow burnt with a might,
Thou stain my waning words with despair
Yet behold in eyes an image to share
What more thou want of me?
Had I cradled thee not with barrier
Thou wouldst sweep down with full career
Off my burning cheeks; my fainting face
O the falling sun, thou give her to me again
From the yonder blue above the men
Ah, alas, out of love I dwell in her heart
Been expelled from the throne of part
My words doth yet lament in woe
Enchant my verse to sing a so:
"Love is a mundane grace, a shadowy pace
Love is a falling night, a perishing sight"
By: M. S. Zarei
5 comments:
Hi Alex ! :-)
wonderful!! let them come down.this will freshen your fainting face.Your addressee will give her to you again, if you help him in finding the proper way.
Thanks for the kind words, a troubled mind would never be talented if a true motion did not ravage his heart. I have been letting them come down in vain and in dark! Yet nothing to freshen the fainting face!
If so, I should say let this motion ravage your heart to make your mind talented & i can read your interesting poems & passages.Waiting for the next wonderful one...
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