My dear poetry!
I am truly addicted to thee,
So many times I try to flee,
But at the end I have to accept thee with glee.
Indeed it's always my vain assay,
I can never go away,
When the sweet birds sing,
And the lovely little fawns spring,
I definitely feel in my sublime poetic mind
Someone always inspires me to write from behind.
New poem of a fall MAY READ AS YOU GET a kick from behind so do all we so read me kindly better of the two falls we all have experienced after all your plea glee and pee and thee let all see in the form of a new poetry lovely rhyming AR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely tribute to your muse.