O, Heart! don't you
let in any
dark stone,
In this still sea.
Neither any dusk
of cloud,
nor leave me
lost as a nomadic
leaf: within this woodland.
Pale, barren and tattered,
with such thirsty bots.
By the time, roots spread.
I am not saying
it is already said,
If a flower is forlorn,
and is gifted rough touch.
it won't matters then
how is it's flora and it's stigma.
It has to die anyway
it will say bye any day.
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Eternal Feelings
诗歌Max. Rank #3 This collection is combination of many poem of love and nature. If you love to read short poems you shall love this. (find yourself between the lines) If you are interested in only love poems you can jump to the poem No 4 and 5 and...
