I am writing a poem.
Tell me when you will come?
When you dashed on my shore
the birds flew away from the trees.
Then I wrote a poem on you.
I am writing a poem.
Tell me when you will come again?
I shall go out aimlessly
my mind longing the freedom.
Freedom! ! ! ! Longing! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
When you dashed on my shore the birds flew away from the trees. Then I wrote a poem on you..your presence, your dashing, my love, and my joy makes me write...... how true. this is really a poetic experience. poetry is born out of l ove.. thank u. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tell me when you will come? I find a great depth in this powerful inquisition! A lovely poem.....10