Why to cry
O'er the spilt milk?
The Sun is fading
below the line of dusk,
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a heart beating, an ear dying to her the footsteps of our kissing moments. Beautiful poem.So nicely written. 10
where you stood waiting for me under that large plum tree with eyes unblinking and a heart beating, an ear dying to her the footsteps of our kissing moments. A great poem shared with us. Thanks poet. 10++
where you stood waiting for me under that large plum tree with eyes unblinking and a heart beating, an ear dying to her the footsteps of our kissing moments. Beautiful poem.So nicely written. 10
ong since the skylark of our silent love started rhyming the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned 10++++
ong since the skylark of our silent love started rhyming the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned
The cold autumn breeze has stopped singing long since the skylark of our silent love started rhyming the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned. 10++++ Alina
The cold autumn breeze has stopped singing long since the skylark of our silent love started rhyming the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned.
the song of the dead palm tree near the graveyard A love song draped with a sweet note of passion and a tragic tone as well. So well penned 10++