Look not at wilted garden were
roses and gardenias once grew-
that infurtle place were fresh
firm fruits once flowed and
unmarked cherries hung untouched.
Now take a look at your golden crop
ripen to pick and happy as a lark
singing and dancing all the sun long;
with all this time we can play.
A wish race through mind...
will you pick me?
Almedia S. Knight ASK
May 3,2008
'wishes race through my mind, and Nothing, I care more than if you choose me' is my favorite line... a very amazing write! 10+++
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‘…Nothing, I care more than if you choose me.’ Here lies the charm of poetry …if one is chosen by Pure Love …Untouched Love Virgin Love world is in palm…can ask mountain to kneel before one…and poetically I kneel down [bow] to… such Love Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10++