Poetic Rhapsody - Page 4

Like a rich garment on a fair bride Like a multi-hued artwork on a bright canvas Like a dash of makeup on an excited child The Spring has spread its bloom with elegant finesse.   The barren trees stand overwhelmed

I sit by the large glass window Seeing the yellow autumn leaves fall, Waiting for the deafening stillness To break with that one phone call.   I wait ardently for him to call From across the seven seas, To enthral

She planted a seed of love in her heart, When she was just ten and two, She watered it daily without restraint, And in no time, it unabashedly grew.   Into an all-encompassing tree, With myriad flowers and leaves new.

Somewhere in North Serbia, Lived a little boy Alexander Who was overcome with hysteria When his parents worked yonder.   Never did he eat, never did he sleep Just looked out of his little house And morn to night only