like a grain of sand..
flied from the land..
settling in my eyes.
A lot of tears can,
remove you easily again,
then the pain will be removed.
What a wonderful band..
taking my little hand..
telling me to sway.
The Smell of the flowers..
is holding me for hours..
flaying into the sky.
What a wonderful feeling..
Freedom is always cleaning..
my heart and soul.
The Smell of the flowers.. is holding me for hours.. flaying into the sky. like these lines very much. The sense of freedom and the cleaning effect of it. you have wonderfully portrayed in your poem and a very nice graphic. thank you
Thank you very much, Dr.