Humming an old madrigal,The princess was walking through the woods.The cool breeze caressed her blonde hair.In her snow white royal gown-She looked like an angel.She felt the song of cuckoos-Sweeter than ever.As the grasses in the path-Tried to kiss her bare feet;She felt the snow there.When the air filled with the romantic smell of roses,She listened to the serenade from long distance.Soon, she saw her prince nearby,But she couldn’t reach him.Then she realized that, it was just a dream.She’s still in that cage-the golden cage.
yeah...natasha, i used to write in ma first language...
but i think english is more easier for me to experss ma feelings..
actaully i juz love to write poems....but i didnt read much poems....
I'm reading really good poem. From time to time, I come across bad ones or just those which were borrowed from real poets without references. Do you write verses in your first language too? Are you fond of poetry? Can you name any of your favourite poets? Thanks in advance for your reply.
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love u all..
but i think english is more easier for me to experss ma feelings..
actaully i juz love to write poems....but i didnt read much poems....