A Mini Poetry Blog
You are half a world away, standing right next to me, speaking silence in a dream, with lissome cherrywood and eyes as bright as sunlights on a stream. I scarcely believed one day I’d love, and to endure vicissitudes and changing seasons, But Love mimics not the falling fruit, from the withered December trees, but…
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Claret sugar maple, Ginkgoes of fading gold, Now falls tenderly the last hues of autumn, Mischievously stirring a momentary discontent, from the ample bosoms of the sullen years buried, And to fright the souls again with fragmentary plights. How I wished the pearly clouds landing beside in victorious wreath, and garland of promises, Fly me…
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The Modern Etiquette 