Isolated mountain
Isolated
mountain
Increase
My
grief
Isolated
mountain
Reminded
me
My
Lover...
Wind
left
you alone
he
left
me alone
now
you're grie…Read More
Moons of autumn, Sarah...
Star eyes closed, sunglasses
Face hidden in black cloth
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Spring combing
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My dear wild flower
My
dear wild flower
School
uniform is
Not
suitable time
For
love...
Before
love
You
have to see
Much
of things
On
this world
Do…Read More
You must be courageous
Although
long drought
Little
plants
Will
be courageous
When
the rains came
They
will be big trees
Similarly,
My
beloved son
You
must be …Read More
Suspicion is Enemy of Love....
Invite
to sad
Call
tears
Suspicion
is
Enemy
of Love....
When
love is Happy
As
a bird
Suspicions
shot him
Became
a catapult
Love
s…Read More
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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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!