"A flower all alone
In the middle of the meadow
The grass moved as the wind blew
And the flower did too
A leaf falling down the air
Joining the little flower
Easily it landed on the grass
With the harmony of ash
A bird flying through the day
Heading to the flower
It knew so much
When it came across
A little kid running on the lawn
Ran towards the flower
Every inch got stabbed aware
Because he thought it was absolutely fair"
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Poems of love
PoetryHere is a book of poems with all happy stuff in live, like love, happiness, luck and more. For the opposite, read my other book: "poems of hate" If you're looking for more I'd also recommend "Poems" which is the first book I wrote The problem is...
