my first love poem
happens to be the world's oldest one
between
the seashore wind and the tree in the shore
the wind and the tree
the shameless lovers for ages...for
they have a friend to watch over
the sea wave the friend would push over
her friend the wind to the tree..and with a glee
will flee back..when the two become one
the naughty and the innocent girl she is..the sea wave will come forth
again to watch over
and again with a glee will flee back
this love happens to be the oldest one
my fist love poem
wonderful lyric symbolistic poem, very wise written, thank you for sharing.......10+++++++++
How lovely is this; just proves again, that to take the most simplest of humble things, you can elevate them without limit, by merely writing about nature as it takes it's daily course. Love everything about this..cheers, Patti
Really nice imagery and use of a natural event to explain an emo experience.
To be frank.... In love there is nothing OLD Everything is GOLD So you may call it a golden era Your fist love poem...drives away the October cold to shine like a gold.
Love and romance with Nature and She knows how to up-pull these elements of love in poet’s psyche Ten. dr. sakti Cordially invite to my page [poem] read / comment and…. ds
Eternal love is among the gifts of nature, e.g.wind and tree, tree and sea etc.They make their love obvious, oblivious of the privacies.BRILLIANT IDEA.
original images put in a dramatic scene. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The old love poem is crafted carefully and thoughtfully. Nice composition.