by Unknown
Nov 2013 388 Views 4 comments
The Spring
The spring has gone
but I still remember it
the fist time I met you there
the first time when you kissed me
its still feel warm even now in winter time
And the next spring I'll meet you there
to paint more color in our heart
such like the color of flowers that blooming
it will grow & full of beautiful color
That's our feeling show
but I still remember it
the fist time I met you there
the first time when you kissed me
its still feel warm even now in winter time
And the next spring I'll meet you there
to paint more color in our heart
such like the color of flowers that blooming
it will grow & full of beautiful color
That's our feeling show
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2013
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Comments (4)
to paint more color in our heart
such like the color of flowers...
hi lavina,
lovely! ... 'such like the color of flowers'!
the whole phrase carries such richness,
body, mind and spirit
Very colourful poem.
I love it