Simple truth is a nightingale singing,
in the branches of trees that are arranged,
that when the wind sweeps through them,
every tree is a thousand Eolian Harps,
and the silver echo of each simple truth,
are souvenires of my love,
for a man...
A contest entry
- the simple truth.. by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 30, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Music of Love...
Very delicately woven words; love resonating with nature, and the human heart, of which we are all connected, simple truth indeed
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What a tender write this is! Aeolian harps! I can hear the love you've traced with your pen in simple truth. Best wishes in the contest. Peace to you both, Rhonda
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Ah...the music is around bringing the notations of the love..wonderful indeed.....my thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece..well done...
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Lucky guy he is
you must love him very much
Beautiful write
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love
Amazing
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