He saw, but only saw the
beauty the naked eyes could
Many times did he sway with her scents
And collided in her
soothing caresses in the mornings
Indulged in her accommodating
bosoms;
His innocence gasped in her river
of concoction.
Never did he see, the beauty that could carry him through
Beyond the horizons, to the bed of pleasures
That takes more than a whole life to measure.
Because nothing compares to the joy that elicits
From a safari of groans and moans and shrills.
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Lalim!!! But my interpretation of your poem goes this way: I think some people have superficial idea on how nature is able to bring them back into their senses and nature's true beauty and value to mankind. Good morning.
ReplyDeleteyou got it somehow. almost rather.
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