Flower and rose
Deeply and rosy
Lily and holly
My heart keep rolling
May my word of praise
Tune you down to cozy
I closed my eyes,
I stretch my hands,
I touched, but thorns,
I wonder, because is not yours,
But if pains of my system are yours,
Free it and be free.
Don't smile to attract sentence,
So that men will not cry rivers,
And paddle me the air,
When will oven baked our hearts?
Should it be when the owl kill the rats?
Or when the rain cools the dust?
Come to me gentle breeze
Blow me down this day
That moon may laugh at my raffia palm
Which will quote rosy really to arm
And kill pains than the surgeon
Then let today bless every season with your smile.
** Thanks for reading my poem ** 馃挒馃挄
