English Poetry Corner
Her Name Is Bliss
Her name is bliss
It is her glowing feet,
That the waterfalls
Through her, I found myself,
And silenced lust’s hiss
Her name is bliss
The heavenly winds caress her cheek,
Her humble eyes, the snows resist
Clouds battle to rain over her,
Mountains betray their mist
Her name is bliss
On her occasional voice,
Quarrelers loosen
their fists
On a glimpse of her silhouette,
Labyrinths
straighten their twists
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