how many times had I talked to the leaves
and had stayed speechless?
and how many times i asked
why do people cry?
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the reality of tomorrow that will come to be the present and the present will soon be in the past I can see happy brilliant faces..there lies the beauty beneth the love and spirit to parish wihout any expectations.. itmay leave foot prints onthesnad may soo get iound up without leaving any trace.... it is better to get lost than to be present for the eant of real love...love poem so far....10 read mine....colour....come home...home bound...lying in bed
I really like this a lot. I like questioning poems requiring deep thought for an answer.
This is wildly romantic.