Once red ripple came to land
In the golden sunset burning--
Lapped against a maiden's hand,
By the ford returning.
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Foolish heart and faithful hand, Little feet that touched no land. Far away the ripple sped, Ripple-ripple running red! .........touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.
This feels like Monsoon song spreading death and hope for new life....season of harvest....
The ripple of life with all its fragility and uncertainty; but the power of 'When my lover calls I haste-' draws her on
great songs /// Trust makes her wait Surf and riddle touches the sigh Oh! it throats her and the veins of trust makes her hater of love! ...............
You surely know how to wrote, I like each and every poem of yours
I need the structure of the poem the Leader and the Led