Stop and look, listen, to the tree's. Stop and listen
to what, he's whispering. Saying to you, to me. What's
going to happen, is meant to be. They were in your life,
purposely. Look into the eye, of what, you don't want to
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We shall stop for a while to look at the creation. Looking into the eyes we shall feel love. A nice worthy poem is brilliantly penned...10
Good poem, Rebecca. Much depth inside it. Please read my poem- O, Candle- written here 14 years back. Almost the similar them with a different approach