A little will,
A little touch,
Blowing the sky with deeper rain.
Wow, touching the lip
Spring's ecstasy of who knock.
Union of passion,
Strive of tomorrow's battle.
Tell the Driving ideas,
Be up and suffering.
Pursuing still waiting in your hands.
Good Day to you,
My friend!
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Very impressive write, Franba Ciscon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.