Today, i collected bags of spring flowers
For your winter letters
Carefully i picked, the fallen petals
Full of morning's fragrant arousal
The coming evening blinked, her big eye of opal
I'm still waiting here, your promised arrival?
For your winter letters
I also collected these spring tears
I find beauty in your words more then the flowers that bloom even when the outside looks sad and gloom your words will light any dark and scary room. Keep it up! I love it.
I love the story of facing a diverse future; preparing for what its winter brings. It flows even more beautifully. Will definitely read more. And of course, thanks for the great response on Rita's Song... Winter does bring us many things to cherish O. P.
diversity and uncertainty, the coming future, worth every second's waiting and preparing. i really like your writings, especially that delicacy
Images burst clear, clean. Well done. Like this very much; flowers... tears = solid transition. 😀
Carefully i picked, the fallen petals Full of morning's fragrant arousal.. hat a beautiful depiction... carefully i picked the fallen petals... full of morning's fragrant arousal.... romanticism in pure form .. then at the end. i also collect these tears........ tears, spring, spring... tears.... just wonderfully poetic. you have imaginations. they are heavenly. thank you. tony
life needs poetic, or else, it just chaos. i am thinking that you must lead a life as beautiful as your poems. thank you. Anne
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For your winter letters I also collected these spring tears A good write. I see the beauty in your poetic spring.