Gave me flowers once...
But winds have stolen...
And started shamelessly laugh...
Do not search for me more...
I was also stolen by malicious winds...
Do not look at my road more...
Mine a track are covered by snow...
Do not speak about love there is nothing...
For someone this word only a hobby...
You could not protect me...
Even from the gossip of the moon pressed...
You denied the main slogan of yours of breed:
I do not see, I do not hear, I do not speak...
Gave me flowers once...
And winds have stolen...
5.01.09.
Tsira your heart desrves more flowers and hope you receive them for this lovely write 10 +++ Chris
Gave me flowers once... And winds have stolen... -- the breeze freezed my heart killed my senses even the sweet fragrance remain, i could no longer smell always beautiful! ! ! 10+++
Flowers for you, Ma'am Tsira....hope wind will not steal these from you... 'Give me flower once'....a piece written from heart beautiful and touching..10++++
This is the saddest poem I have ever read. What can I say? GW62
A powerful poem Tsira filled to the brim with emotion. Great work my friend. Best wishes, Andrew
I can feel the tears in this one Tsira - - - it has a sad but beautiful lamenting sound when read aloud....... from Fay a 10
Hauntingly lovely. May your poems receive many bouquets of appreciation in 2009. Take care. Love, SandraX
Winds have stolen the flowers but their fragrance is in your soul Tsira. Your words are still exhaling their agreeable smell.....Beautiful like always...........10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touching and heartfelt, well written Tsira 10 Lynda xx