## <br /> <br />Usually, <br />I was walking alone on a green meadow <br />And it was that night <br />Where there had grown no shadow <br /> <br />And I had seen <br />The mystic moonlit was falling on the night <br />And on the valleys, <br />those were sleeping on the horizon <br /> <br />Even she was smiling on the dark site, <br />that once I had seen <br />How did she unclosed herself on the unclogged sky! <br />How did her glimmer attract the poet! <br />Did you see her beauty anytime? <br /> <br />I am not a poet at all, <br />So I could not write an ode about her beauty <br />But dreams were coming slowly from the wide sky <br /> <br />Slowly and Slowly, <br />I was mingling with her shimmering <br />Even I could not bear this long, <br />wild and mad looks <br /> <br />It was a heavy and unfolded glee, <br />That was beyond the beauty of the valley <br />That only might be vented by the Poet Shelley <br /> <br />I was with her, <br />Stepping toward my door <br />And suddenly, <br />I saw my own large shadow, <br />that sighed on my high neck <br /> <br />It had certainly broken my twist with her <br />and Slowly and Slowly, <br />Drifted dreams were falling on the meadow <br />Though I could not see any dark side of her glee <br /> <br />## <br /> <br />@Musfiq us shaleheen<br /><br />Musfiq us shaleheen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thy-unfolded-beauty/
