Flower Leaves

Poem “Flower Leaves”, is a continuation of my experiments with different themes and styles. Really enjoyed writing this.

I have a feeling that I am ready to go skinny-dipping, in a dreamy lake of the poetic madness, sadness.

Thank You!

“Poetic sadness…”

I remember flower leaves and colored seeds,
raining down,
dancing tango with each other,
conducted by the tune,
of the calming summer breeze.

Bodies on the ground,
skinny-dipping, inside the dreamy lake,
woven by the letters
of the poetic madness, sadness.

Poetic sadness
beautiful and real,
like a song of some exotic bird,
crying every evening,
missing warmth of father sun.

Poetic madness
remarkable and clear,
damping naked bodies,
with flowing juices
of the ripe and lyrical prose.

Dancing flowers land
on top of wet and fair hair,
sticking to the shoulders, chest,
united with nature,
back to the primal innocence,
and further,
to the spiritual transcendence.

Can’t wait to jump into the dreamy lake of the poetic sadness, madness.

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