You came to me like a proposal of red petals
on a swelling tide of rose water.
You love me and I love you
no more time for rituals
for time is a fickle thing
and over your lovely shoulder
the tide of time is turning
bearing only the thorns
we did not see before
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A wonderful poem. Very true said, A tide of love comes riding in time of thorns. Loved reading each lines. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reality is no more hard to bear if there's willing acceptance of the hardships and pains of life too!