Am the morning dew
Some call me morning stew
I water your fields at dawn
But the bare-feet frown
Saying am icy cold
So me they scold.
Your scolds I do fear
For your tongue is a spear
That can pierce a peaceful heart
And totally tore it apart.
We are all dews of this world
And our hearts a writing pad
On it sign words of love
To free a caged dove.
We are here for a season
Make not my home a prison.
Your scolds I do fear For your tongue is a spear That can pierce a peaceful heart And totally tore it apart......on it write only words of love and not scolding that pierces the heart. thank u dear poet. tony
We are here for a season-Make not my home a prison. You wrote well. Thanks for sharing.
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I would like to translate this poem
You can write really well Bieze. Nice poem.