Confused Poem
You said I was in your dreams.
The more engulfed and
Enchanted. in a good book
I woolgather the cosmos of beauty,
I die within solitude and
I get exposed to the morning sun.
As wrinkled leaf I fall on the Shingle,
Float on the ripples,
Ensorcel on the waves.
Succulent plant bust with
Vim and passion as they erupt in lode
Why desert plants dancing
With the large oasis?
Why writing about solitude,
Again you tell story about books?.
Why writing about rugosa,
And the cosmos?
Is it a confused poem?
Hon.Pamacheche Tapiwanaishe
Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/23/2021
Poet's note: The poet describes the beauty of the morning
In an instant he talks about the sea,
And he turns the wheel to the desert flowers
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