But your eyes are shining
bright way you looks
shall we walk to the river
leaving behind all, to scoff
but the great sunrise
these old flowers
But you never know the scent of my rivers
I wish to show my old happy days here
I begin to write my love
where we swim and where we found him
The great joy made on me
Thus to know the scent of your rivers, you are inviting your lady love for a stroll to the river side! I visualize you both walking hand in hand enjoying the cool breeze and watching the small wavelets! An imaginative write! ! Kee, thanks for the wonderful comments on my poem! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel free with those lines..nice write kee_Soul