Little flower
That grew from
Pleasurable fields
From love to life
That bloom wide and rich
I say go by with joy
Love is not my trade
You sprung from happy breed
Your soaring beauty touches
The highest skies i say go on
Love is hard love is strong
Little flower go by
I the son of a dead peasant
Without trade of love
Little flower, I say you go with joy, very nicely penned and shared ion the desk. Beautiful one.
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Hello poet Melikhaya, just returning the review. Thanks for sharing this intimate perspective on love. I enjoyed, Loyd the simple poet.