Memory Of Love Making Poem by Elena Sandu
Memory Of Love Making
My back hurts,
I try to work in my knees
But those hurts too.
My shoulder stings
With each move
To work well what shall I fix?
My body, dear friend!
If let my heart to love you
My mind, could give you any strenght?
Over the ocean
And the seven seas
My soul I let to fly away
From up I watch and listen to myself:
-Love you so much my dear Earth,
Sweet strawberries:
Next year please
Do bring joy to many children
Bond them with nature's loving memory.
This is very crafty poem and Congrats for POTD honours.10++
What a wonderful poem! It is indeed a celebration of all lovely things including sweet and delicious fruits that the earth provides to us every now and then. Yes, the man has to perspire to get it. Thanks for sharing the poem, Elena. And Congrats for being the poet of the day.
Knee woks giving you support. You still do not feel tired and work hard and write beautiful poems. Over the seven oceans your soul flies wonderfully and perceives the light of joy and dignity. In Earth you find sweet strawberry. This poem is an outstanding poem and I put my historic 39999th comment on this nice work. Thank you very much for penning this poem....10 (My thirty-nine thousand nine hundred ninety ninth comment)
When working with the fruits of nature we are stained by juice. A wonderful poem.
Over the ocean And the seven seas My soul I let to fly away.......oh what a fine poetic expression dear poetess. tony
Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and elegantly penned in appreciation of nature and good friendship. Thanks for sharing Elena.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Picking SBs in the field is not a simple act of plucking. When you are at it, you see them, touch them and feel them, smell them, taste them and you visualize too. On the ground your soul devours a world. After all, it is nature, you are engulfed in. Wonderful write. Congrats for being The PoD. X
Thank you so much dear Jayatissa, wonderful mindfulness isn't it? On the ground your soul devours a world, wow, you put volumes of life in 7 words, amazing pen you shared here, I am so grateful!