MerrimentA Poem by Amit Parmessurshort and simple...The briny horizon seems very complacent, And the boy muses, with pristine glee, On the wooden bench with love signs, Though much is awaiting him; yeah, carefree he sits on, musical and dreamy.
Then the love signs strike him so sharply, And his rusty heart springs up To look for her again, outside his palm. He should’ve made her his long ago even if It would have lasted one minute.© 2012 Amit ParmessurFeatured Review
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28 Reviews Added on February 11, 2012 Last Updated on February 11, 2012 AuthorAmit Parmessur-, MauritiusAboutBorn in 1983 Amit Parmessur is one of the editors of The Rainbow Rose. His poems have appeared in several literary magazines such as: Ann Arbor Review, Calliope Nerve, Damazine, Zouch Magazine and man.. more..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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