Bliss
written by: Sonny Temblor
It was no December smile
No wreath of foliage fresh
Nor July beam, the herald bling
Was merriment kiss of wilder war?
It’s all about my tingling happy pill!
Not twigs nor ferns yet evergreen
Pink avalanche shall clothe those dark afar
My heart in curves of blooming smiles.
I am a content specialist who has a strong penchant in literary works especially in poetry. My body of work is an output of my kaleidoscopic imagination.
