by Nithin Purple
For the clay, a cold and swoon y theme,
It owns a remember'd wreath's sadly way,
As if in rolling tears they passing them.
O' rest in,the void and empty's languid may.
You being's so closer god,an echo yet sad,
For mortal days,or as in my wretch's soul?
Favor's in deepest pain,the mourning bird,
Of doom's and ceased ways of illness hurl-
Reach her night's airy height,a village,its truth lost!
Where the shadow of the scene,in last eyes
While white the clouds wept for sullen all white
You are in dew,the sharp,when crystal loss,
Melt the name in rapid fire,while are wilt.
come and perish, life to death in its trot,
kind of precious pearly halo it works taint.
Roll to mine sorrow,you enatic root'
The unseen fly that flies in radar height;
To meet her in pillowy roost,is now dream that waste!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Nithin Purple is an Author, Artist, a Lyrical Poet, who delivers a new style of Romantic and Insightful poetry and stories through his mesmerizing works.He gives a trendy-inventive Literature and is much committed with Nature and its various elements.The Metaphysical connection between human and the world outside is a strong proof of his writings.Visionary and motivational quest oriented topics were keenly selected through out his Literature. A graphic mind in him helps to create his flowery poetic language, which is widely accepted by his audience. He currently lives in the island in the Persian (Arabian) Gulf of ABU-DHABI
Last updated July 18, 2013