I longed for my soul ...
I was longing for my soul
Like a blooming flower,
And in a sweet evening twilight
Our love has blossomed, -
But you cared, baby,
More than flower, as a glast ...
In the mystery of silent nights,
When the moments are lost,
I fed the flower with tears
What nurturing always grew,
But today calling holy oblivion
I pluck the flower of my soul.
wow,, so much interesting your poet,,just impressive
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Sensually. I like!
I just wrote a poem on my blog, something like emotion.
Amazing post @marius19