tonight let's dream of roses
and drift along their petal-paths
into a rounded maze
let's spin into the serpent's lair
let's run the course and wait
until a scarlet breath
finds succour in our veins
until the dust has settled
and all around are golden apples
ripe with memory
Inna , are these your own poems ? to be honest i can not get the whole meaning cause of my poor English but i enjoyed the rhythm and melody, i have a poetry blog too but i write in Farsi (persian) http://two-shot.blogfa.com/
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ReplyDeletethey are indeed my poems
unfortunately my persian is *very* elementary (as you can see above - have i spelled your name correctly? lol) so i won't be able to read yours.. but thank you so much for your comment :)