Free spirit,
Like flowing wine,
Take the shape,
Of this glass of mine.
Roll with your fingers,
A mysterious charm,
To your gypsy eyes,
Do I disarm.
A look of wildness,
In your eyes,
A beast within,
For freedom cries.
A dance untamed,
A song so free,
Cast a magic spell,
That enchains me.
7 comments:
All I can really say is wow.
That's really good, Wriju. I wish I could write as good as you. Have I said that before?
lovely stuff....
This poem has a Wordsworthian feel to it....
:D
Angel :
Thanks!
Deepa :
Whoever it is, it's usually not a bother ;-)
Eric:
I am envious of your blog too. I think your sense of humor is amazing :-)
Tai :
Thanks Tai!
Vasu :
Yes and I wonder if what I wrote is sort of too antiquated and cliched.
But I am flattered that you saw a similarity :-)
Yes, Wriju
Quite striking actually, especially descriptions like the "enchaining spirit".
But I DO NOT THINK it is cliched...
:)
Vasu:
Thanks again. Stay tuned ;-)
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