A flickering lamp, brightened in the evening dusk.
Beneath the halo stood a las, she smelled of musk.
A gust of wind let her hair elude that braid,
her lips quivered, she rolled her eyes but the strands still swayed.
Under the bulk of books, trembled her tender hands.
Stormy winds shook her legs, she fumbled, fell and caught my glance.
Her glazy eyes met mine in a flash,
Shone brighter than ever but had a tinge of abash
I hastened down that mizzly street,
through that throbbing rain and windy treat.
Books were damped, yet she wanted them on her dainty hands.
Velvet covers, aged papers, I bet those costed her grands.
She stood up, simpered and gave an affective stare.
Her emerald eyes and crimson lips, ensued to an inside flare.
She was overwhelmed and out of her frisky lips came-'thank you'
Out of my senses, stunned by her beauty, wanted to yell-'Anything for you'
Instead, nodded my head, smiled a bit and walked away,
'cause she's been dead for years and these things happen in my dreams everyday.
KORNER
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Miscellany de Thoughts
Puisivery short poems, quotes and stuff :) Collection of my thoughts.. (mostly quatrains) what i think..what i feel... lot of it is freeverse.. lil bit of rhyming..lil bit of meaning.. hope u enjoy ... do like if u like it ..
