Nothing was new when flowers were blooming
In your garden my flute-string was alive
Moss on the sitting bench grown up with hugs
First kiss was before the child spring cuckoo
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Moss on the sitting bench grown up with hugs First kiss was before the child spring cuckoo Fragrant lips seized my inner heart worldly Thunder, light without black clouds in our words There was petals book of raining promise.. very poetic my dear Mahtab. love it. tony
I can't defeat the cycle of eyes....to all the chain of promises. Beautiful muse. Appreciations.
Memories of first love n first and rain of promises engulfing your thoughts. Its priceless moments
First love! First kiss! ! Musing along with life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Chain of promises woven around nature, man and the connecting link of love. May the stars always shine through your eyes. Thank you Mahtab....10
'Raindrops in sun-dews rub wordless letter It's chain where you are new afar from me Chain of promise where child twinkle like stars Shield; I can't defeat the cycle of eyes'...... A clever write with in-depth meaning.....very descriptive too 10++