Many a times it start like a river
It flows and flows
Through a channel that we can’t chose
At time it never live but die and die
Like a seed planted in desert land
At time it takes us farther and farther
Like the growth of plant on humus land
Its journey flow in our heart
Its power of choice is a boundless wind
And we mere weightless wool strand
nice defintion for love with this poem i like it so wonderful and real which we all can fall easily in it good luck Layla
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I would like to translate this poem
nice write....very true to your poetic words wonderful imagery truth and real concepts on works of love...... thaks for sharing your observation on love.. 10/10