Is It Poetry
Understanding - Poem by Is It Poetry
You I never understood the final why.
And why you understood me never, tried.
When of you,
I thought to well and when I cried.
How I thought it came to you, my being clear..
Bright sunflowers growing up so green.
The sun it's yellow shine the leaves that wave.
And when the water,
where each secret of it speaking to me, hides.
And it was said it's like the fog,
which spreads across the valley that it enters.
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