Who knew, in this crowd, exist some faces,
Which never behest, or need to be remembered,
Nor the time ever dares to rust their freshness,
With them, stars stay frightened to rule our fate.
Their redolence draws us even miles away,
and their glaze contrives to dawn upon our sight,
amid billion others, in the same universe.
Who knew, that when he painted this place,
The colors scattered, somewhere dense and light;
And these days his people, bedaubed with grace
In the blackness of life, beatify lost ones like us.
They’re convalescing his painting of this world befogged,
And the lives of ours which had bowed before it,
They speak to us, the unheard voices of life.
Who knew, in this crowd, exist some faces,
Which walk a bit with us, and become kernels of life.
Here’s another face…
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I loved your place!😀
I hope you loved the owl of minerva too😊
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I did, I hope to visit your place again soon… Let me know what you think of mine if you look through more 😃
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This poem is lovely! Great work done ❤
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Thanks mansi😊😊
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Excellent poem, and lyrical dope, “Who knew, in this crowd, exist some faces,
Which never behest, or need to be remembered,
Nor the time ever dares to rust their freshness,
With them, stars stay frightened to rule our fate.”
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Thanks a lot! I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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I love poems that have a rhythm as it makes the readers go with the flow without making then getting bored. We’ll done. 😊
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You’re right!!! 🙂
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Oh thanks for liking my site. Well, yes you can follow the blog and get email notifications. If you face a problem, I can send you a notification right from my blog. Happy reading! 🙂
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