The Sun knows its going down and, my love knows your sweet heart! But the High Mountain belongs to the Wild Goats. The muse of love and the ways of life; facing the wind to write out my mind.
The storks have their Homes in the
evergreens! But my home is in your heart my love. Nests! ! Trees and birds! Why mix your drink with tears? ! This poem is written for you! And this love is all that we share.
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Loveliness! ! Positiveness! With righteous morals. Imaginative work. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.