And when our eyes locked for the first time
it was like finding a thriving flower
In a field full of weeds.
such a nice write, T. J. Murray. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it was like finding a thriving flower In a field full of weeds. What a beautiful comparison. like it very much. tony