Know, if, there are steps on the grass, it's mine
Slow, listen, if you hear heart throb, it's mine,
Flow, on, till you miss me to point of tears,
Throw, every caution and pick what matters
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Flow, on, till you miss me to point of tears, Girl, I am here waiting. thank u dear poet.. for this fine poem.. God bless u. tony
A concise and creative work of art. Very deep and passionate piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing, Gabriel.