Garrulous about the intent in your half smile
they soon get physical over the naughty wind;
and tired, retreat to a corner of silence within
for some secret bouts of relieving drink to find;
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oh garrulous flowers devour the passion of love! ///lovely poem
Naughty wind gently touches garrulous flowers. These flowers burn with rapid glow of envy. Love's pain and pain's love both are mysterious and you have nicely perceived the natural scene. But love here does magic. A nice poem with excellent presentation is well penned....10