A Riddle Poem by mifael llauderes
A Riddle
Reaching far for
The topmost branch
A delicate hand labors
For the fruit of her want
The fruit yields to her fingers
Succumbing to her lips
A teasing look at me she threw
With each a succulent crisp
A wonderful poem, full of beauty. I don't think its a riddle. The answer is clear...10.
this reminded me of an old poem written long ago. I enjoy this very much. A simply eloquent poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 7:34:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i'm thinking of the answer...hehe. wonderful poem!