I am writing a poem.
Tell me when you will come?
When you dashed on my shore
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Freedom! ! ! ! Longing! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
When you dashed on my shore the birds flew away from the trees. Then I wrote a poem on you..your presence, your dashing, my love, and my joy makes me write...... how true. this is really a poetic experience. poetry is born out of l ove.. thank u. tony
Tell me when you will come? I find a great depth in this powerful inquisition! A lovely poem.....10