merry xmas
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Cold
snow dance
benevolent
wind songs
dignified
flower
on every heart
Nothing
else is no…Read More
dear tear....
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dear tear
youre sad
You did not
Understand
That Went up
to my chee…Read More
Love is a song
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Love is a song
If you sing,
Love is an art
If you paint
Love is pain
If you suffer
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it is joy ....
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On my roses plant
When rice bloom
And
On her lips
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Will be found My heart
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Can you swim
To Love Island
Can you fly
To love mountain top
If you can
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me too agree with brudberg but my country some girl between 14 - 16 age destroyed they education because they school love.. they fathers cry i see my own eyes... i try to say it.. but im not tell every school love is wrong...
me be you have don't no.. there lot of girls here in poor world country school love destroy them learning life.. become mom in small age.. i'm not tell every love it happen.. but some more happen it... thank you marco...
I agree with the message of your poem! Truly young girls need to finish school. There is plenty of time for love in the future. There is much to see before the time of marriage and having children. Thanks for sharing this, Nuwan!
Your message is so wise and loving....I love "My dear wild flower"....yes, they need to learn so much before the intricacies of love. Too many are in too big a hurry and that way lies heartbreak.
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I think all good thing in life has it's time to blossom. But maybe love can be a light to guide.
ReplyDeleteyou're right bru.. but third countries girls are destroy there education because there school love....
Deletethank you buddy!
I agree with Brudberg.
Deleteme too agree with brudberg
Deletebut my country some girl between 14 - 16 age destroyed they education because they school love.. they fathers cry i see my own eyes... i try to say it.. but im not tell every school love is wrong...
thank you melinda
it's not just third world countries. i agree with brudberg's wise words...love can be a light to guide. the key words 'can' and 'guide'
ReplyDeleteme be you have don't no.. there lot of girls here in poor world country school love destroy them learning life.. become mom in small age.. i'm not tell every love it happen.. but some more happen it...
Deletethank you marco...
I agree with the message of your poem! Truly young girls need to finish school. There is plenty of time for love in the future. There is much to see before the time of marriage and having children. Thanks for sharing this, Nuwan!
ReplyDeleteabsolutely mary that is i try to say...
Deletethank you so much!
Yes there is time enough - although it is good to explore our feelings in a safe way too
ReplyDeletethank you jae...
DeleteYour message is so wise and loving....I love "My dear wild flower"....yes, they need to learn so much before the intricacies of love. Too many are in too big a hurry and that way lies heartbreak.
ReplyDeletei agree with you sherry
Deletethank you so much!