A glimpse from the Adrasan shore #mypoetry
Sinuous strings Present, aureate gets it, When those agleam rays humbly hit. A curve, be it an arch, Laid for sure, Under a fertile field, without exposure To what comes under. Vision-lover, THE gleam magnet, Itself a treasure, to a thoft, pregnant. Wheat field, burst into sight, sole border. Greeting the holy cliff, which is under. Oh, those caves, that fresh airflow! Land where, lubricate wine, Land where, macarize mine. ...