In a blanket of my dream
There's a girl waving at me.
I removed the blue blanket.
I replaced it with a pink blanket.
My eyes shuts down
My feet begins to walk
In the shining yellow garden
I am walking gently,
Touching the red roses,
Until, the red river
Flows at my hand.
I hid my hand at the back of
My white dress.
The red rivers at it had stopped.
I move backwards.
Until, I felt someone is hugging me.
Upon looking,
it was the same girl.
She said,
don't hide it.
Obviously, You fell into it.
Why did you hide it?
It's like shaping
At the wrong mold.
You picked that red rose.
Because it speaks about you.
I replied "What do you mean?"
She whispered "Hold your chest"
She looked at my eye
I looked at her eye
She said "It's the answer"
Love is a rose,
It pricks you out.
Love knows no lad or lass.
You don't have to hide it
So be it.
Embrace it.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
