A growth in the beauty of the sun
Little do they know how it can burn
Towards its direction they turn
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Little do they know how it can burn Cannot say for certain why the sun takes the hold when it finally rains, their heart sings its praise like an aura binding in chains. A beautiful tender poems.. so full of ideas. Love your poem. dear poetess. tony
Really nice poem, flowers of all types are the greatest link in the chain of nature.
wonderful piece... Showcase lifez reality pellucidly... Cannot but touch my soul... Wonderful creativity from inner sensitiity.. Thumbs up
But the older ones prays for the rain! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
But the older ones prays for the rain They dream for the clouds to gather again And when it finally rains, their heart sings its praise There their heart finds its warmth and satisfaction like an aura binding in chains.. very fine poem........the sun, its shine, the fire and the steam.... but praying for rain cools down....... the pregnant clouds in the sky, rains........ i hope your friend will read this and understand what you mind in this poem. beautiful dear poetess. tony
I hope that she will read it too! Thanks for sharing, Yewande!
Sometimes, the life turns up tricky situations before us which often lead us to misinterpretations. So, there is always a need to do re-assessment to find truth. Thanks. They wait for the sunrise each morning.....Cannot see the fire and its steams But the older ones prays for the rain....They dream for the clouds to gather again
Quite a sentimental and sensational poem to keep mesmerizing on. x
This is such a ray of light to your friend's yet untravelled journey.if only she gets the privilege to read this, she will be grateful to have a gem like you.good work
When she reads it she will realise what a good friend she has. A great poem.
a growth in the beauty of the sun, thanks, good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Your poetry is a pleasure to read. Profound. Well deserved,