A BeautyFul Poem By Oscar Wilde

in life •  2 years ago 

by Oscar Wilde

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

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Wow is a very nice post brother

thnks u so much but its a poam not a post

vai ami vote dilam apni ki amake dieasen ? please rat 6:00 ta theke 10 tar modday post korte admin vai bolse tahola sobai vote and post korte sobidha hobe. please don't mind.

thanks for ur comments