Am the morning dew
Some call me morning stew
I water your fields at dawn
But the bare-feet frown
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Your scolds I do fear For your tongue is a spear That can pierce a peaceful heart And totally tore it apart......on it write only words of love and not scolding that pierces the heart. thank u dear poet. tony
We are here for a season-Make not my home a prison. You wrote well. Thanks for sharing.
You can write really well Bieze. Nice poem.