What art thou seeks,
My most favoured one,
Oh sun.
That thou tread behind
Valleys amid mountains hidden.
And waves rigid and smooth
Upon barren seas dormant.
What art thou seek,
That brings thou such joy
My favoured one,
Oh sun.
That thou enlighten the
Morning dew upon
The rose in my garden
With such grace and hope.
YOU ARE READING
things the moon whispered by the shore
Poetry" the stars are the agony of a broken moon." this book is a collection of my best poems and thoughts from my personal 'thoughts and poetry' series. hope you all enjoy.
