My beloved poet
Was walking with them,
They were afraid of
The inclement weather,
So they were hesitant to proceed,
But my dearest bard was moving
Spontaneously all the time
With his pleasant poetic feeling.
Feelings of love and life! ! Longing for the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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When poetry is within our mind, we often don't care about anything else. Even if the weather is inclement, we hardly notice it! A lovely write!