Among the flowers from a pot of wine
I drink alone beneath the bright moonshine.
I raise my cup to invite the moon, who blends
Her light with my shadow and we're three friends.
The moon does not know how to drink her share;
In vain my shadow follows me here and there.
Together with them for the time I stay
And make merry before spring's spend away.
I sing the moon to linger with my song;
My shadow disperses as I dance along.
Sober, we three remain cheerful and gay;
Drunken, we part and each goes his way.
Our friendship will outshine all earthly love;
Next time we'll meet beyond the stars above.
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"I sat drinking and did not notice the dusk,till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.drunken i rose and walked to the moonlit stream;the birds were gone, and men also few..." :up: under the Moonlight , I know that one well... :flirt: "Drink!Drink of moonlight in your eyes ..Arrive! Charm your eyes can reach.You know your eyes?"By Ahmet Arif
ResponderEliminarThank you my dear friend Ömer, I´m glad see Uhere and enjoy with the poemIs very nice poem that U share here. ThanksHave a blessing sunday :love:
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