Mad waves dispose of the rocks wild
Vanishing twilight has become mild!
Light of the moon plays on the breast
Of the sea, touching its wavesΒ Β for a lust
In the garden of love that once I lived
In the meadow of your valley, I dwelled
Shall we both plunge into the ocean of blue?
Give me another birth; and offer me a life clue
Celebrations are over and diminished
Everything has changed and unfinished
Strange, only shining moon is faithful !
I wish your presence is so ever graceful !
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By Williamsji Maveli
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Poetry dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music,people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand
than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.
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