Thou art following the path of love.
The eager grass smile when thee shove.
Holt plays it's melody in Saxon
Thou and they're raising it's attraction.
Thine song is shimmering in shine
Which looks so fairy-fine.
I wouldn't stare if thy would fly over
The woods, the sky or the river.
Thou art crying or smile
It looks the same from away-mile.
Thou art burning the woods like a candle
Thou art omitting the darkness, the scandal.
Oh! Fireflies don't leave me alone
Fly in the sky.
Like thy.
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Lost letter
Poetryit's just a poem made of many emotions and feelings.... i hope you will love it if you really love it then, show it.
