Your eyes take me to a land
Where in the blue expanse of a sky
I would roam as a vagabond
Always thinking about you and die
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Buds swing to the tune of your name Where true love never dies ........ Love proliferates as wild flowers Under the grace of a divine light.... Yes, true love never die. It proliferates as wild flowers. Highly speculated.Excellent collocation. I like this poem very much.Thanks for posting.......10
Which page I may read your poem, any page on PH, they are of a greatest Beauty constantly. My token of appreciations is certainly well meant and seriously thoroughly thought. Thank you so much for sharing another Beauty, Anil. God's Blessings be perpetually upon you. Amen. A 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++