TWILIGHT As children our eyeballs gaze Ample lingering dreamland Where full moon blooms As teens our ogles sense Effervescent stance of adoration Tranquil in moonlit milky nights In the twilight of existence Our grey- haired eyes stare Incandescent ball of romance Longing from dissimilar corners But all in the life Moon is juvenile Like so our undying memoirs Rate this:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related Author: VIGIL KUMAR A Journalist - Lover of Society, Nature, Poetry, Literature, Arts etc View all posts by VIGIL KUMAR
A lot of turn in this one, Virgil. Well considered . . .
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Beautiful picture and the poem expresses the moments so well. Thanks.
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What a beautiful image.
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Hi Vigil. Thank you for liking my poem ‘ Feral Cats!’ Best Wishes, The Foureyed Poet.
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How the moon stays youthful yet our memories linger on.
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Reblogged this on VigilKumar.
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Well said, I wonder why we are all so moon struck!
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Reblogged this on Lavender Turquois.
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Your poems are all so wonderfully thoughtful.
Thank you so much for posting them.
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beautifully written! 🙂
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