Red-glowing sun
lights up your life
heats your inside
nowhere to hide.
Go with the moon
cheddar its cheese
surrounded by stars
don't leave me yet, please.
Promises, deep
reached, only young
no time to weep
songs never sung.
Broccoli green
blueberry blue
purple lips seen
looks good on you.
But is it soothing enough for you, the one it was aimed at? They say that enough soothing can lead to smoothing and on and on....... Cheers H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't waste my valuable time with people of your caliber. Am far too busy fending off all the cyberwomen that are attracted like moths to the fire. Confucius never had an o in his name. Could you stay away from my poems (as I do from yours) , it would be appreciated. H