This stream joins the river, its final destiny. And The Brooks (as personified by Alfred Lord Tennyson) mocks the humans as ordinary mortals who get consumed by time.
Sir Tennyson’s love for nature is evident from the fact that how beautifully he adds sensuality in the description of a river.
Tumbling Girls Copyright by Cupideros, July 18, 2020 cupiderosbooks.com cupiderosgraphics.com Tumbling Girls and their aerial feats, They fold, unfold like paper sheets. Some girls start slow with a good stretch, Unfold their legs like a long line sketch. Read More ….
Tumbling Girls Copyright by Cupideros, July 18, 2020 cupiderosbooks.com cupiderosgraphics.com Tumbling Girls and their aerial feats, They fold, unfold like paper sheets. Some girls start slow with a good stretch, Unfold their legs like a long line sketch. Read More ….
This poem is basically dedicated to all the women and girls out there who are a Warrior. The sacrifices they do and the pains they go through for pothers being a mother, a sister, a wife, a friend, and so many other roles. I want to say thanks to all of them and tell them you all are the strongest.
In “the red, red rose”, Robert Burns is directly speaking to his love. He wants to convey how he will love her till eternity. The distance between them is just physical and temporary.
On the Water of Lake the Soul Steps, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 10, “The SILENCE Embraces: the Silent Moves”, cycle “Lake of Radiance”. I attempted to give back in English its short, pulsating rows from Hungarian. Because of language limits, I couldn’t do it entirely, in my translation. But I hope, you’ll be able to grab the core in it. For illustration I consider chose a Japanese tori since, it’s the most profound illustration for this soul-lake, as for me. I share the poem in Hungarian, as well.
On the Water of Lake the Soul Steps, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 10, “The SILENCE Embraces: the Silent Moves”, cycle “Lake of Radiance”. I attempted to give back in English its short, pulsating rows from Hungarian. Because of language limits, I couldn’t do it entirely, in my translation. But I hope, you’ll be able to grab the core in it. For illustration I consider chose a Japanese tori since, it’s the most profound illustration for this soul-lake, as for me. I share the poem in Hungarian, as well.
This poem describes the fear of Christina Georgina Rossetti, not from death but from the fact that her lover might not remember her after she is gone. But as the poem progresses, she accept that for a greater good, it would be better if he forgets her and live happily, rather than remember and be sad.
This Poem is good for Feature Film utility. It’s a Copyright Poem and published in a book with ISBN CODE. This song content is highly impressive. It’s a Love and admiration . Ultimately the admiration and goodness prevail. Good characters in this story. A lovely expression prevails in this poem A well presented story. This poem is that. It’s quite interesting. This poem is good for making a feature film. Good number of aspects in this Poem has been covered. Please Like, read, share, Comment and give feedback.
Butterfly-life, by J. W. Cassandra. This my own poem was written recently, so I haven’t placed it in any volumes yet. The idea of the poem came to my mind as I was watching a butterfly fluttering around me: I frequently used to ponder on transitory life, on evanescense. This poem is an example of those. Anyway, everywhere I only used to walk, from Spring to Autumn, I used to be accompanied by butterflies. I love them so, I never want them to touch. I just delight in their beauty. I hope, the poem can show you up this transient beauty that can be everlasting only in the moment.
Butterfly-life, by J. W. Cassandra. This my own poem was written recently, so I haven’t placed it in any volumes yet. The idea of the poem came to my mind as I was watching a butterfly fluttering around me: I frequently used to ponder on transitory life, on evanescense. This poem is an example of those. Anyway, everywhere I only used to walk, from Spring to Autumn, I used to be accompanied by butterflies. I love them so, I never want them to touch. I just delight in their beauty. I hope, the poem can show you up this transient beauty that can be everlasting only in the moment.
This song is an expression of mind thoughts who feels lost and feels sad about lost life. Beauties of beauty Sridevi died abruptly in mysterious condition. It was her bad luck. This song could well be composed by music lovers (with permission from writer – its a Copyright Reserved Song). Please Like, share comment and give feedback on this song.
Poppy, Dancing Flame Dance, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote in May yet, but couldn’t share here since I lost all my writings from the computer in a minute and now I’m working on re-typing and re-copying all of them. It will take a long time, unfortunately. But in the meantime, I found some of them and share them here in a short time. This poem isn’t taken into any of my volumes yet. I give it through both in English and Hungarian.
Poppy, Dancing Flame Dance, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote in May yet, but couldn’t share here since I lost all my writings from the computer in a minute and now I’m working on re-typing and re-copying all of them. It will take a long time, unfortunately. But in the meantime, I found some of them and share them here in a short time. This poem isn’t taken into any of my volumes yet. I give it through both in English and Hungarian.