Blue Bells, Blue Bells
All so blissful
On the garden
Where I sow my dreams;
Most grow up,
Some let me down
Yet these bells
Kept blooming all day long
Beauty past words,
Colours last life
They gave me both
Wisdom and sight
All these wonder,
Oh how they bloom,
But sometimes the beauty
Fades like a dove.
Alone in a branch,
Never they lie ;
Always as a bunch
They swivel and slide
The winds always brushing,
The beauty charmingly moves,
But some days they wither
Just like roses do
No sounds, No tears
No cries and no fears,
All alone in a garden of blues,
The Bells and and I
Always here.
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LIZ
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A Logophile's Diary
Poetry"The beauty of words is like wizardry.. either you lose your self in it. or you find yourself in It, either way, it's beautiful ." Here are a mini stack of poems that I wrote while im either bored or feel poetic. People have told me I'm good with w...
