"O little, my favorite"
Will you ever delight?
I whispered to her
My hand went in air
I never knew
But she was dream of few
I always stared at
Her attention too was caught
She will be seen
Again to be off scene
I will breathe heavily
To have her readily
I have no means to convey
As she always runs away
It easy to catch air
But difficult to have her
No doubt she is nature's child
As if flower from desert and wild
I shall know her full
When my attempts are successful
But I miss
In morning bliss
I find her face in water
When will she come and alter? (my life)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
xreview Kristi Casey4 minutes ago Well done 1 hour ago