'My dear, you pour me water or tears as I feel the warmth it seems
And do not get upset please as I keep my word forever.'
Wild Rose said faithfully.
'I am a poor deserter Rose and how do we live together happily? '
Cowardice Gardener replied.
'That doesn't make any difference my darling
Your wheelbarrow is quite enough for our honeymoon and your humble straw-house really a castle for me.' Wild Rose pacified him kindly.
A charming fable. Lovely and other worldly, like a rich fairy tale. Who would not be enchanted? Kind regards, Sandra
You serve up your compassion tenderly, in a vase of enchanting blooms. I never cease to marvel at your extraordinary talent. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Simply divine poetry in motion here nimal! So wise. Smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A exquisitely tender conversation such as this can only be written by a compassionate poet caring enough to observe with the heart.