"tolive" poems
I love to live once again
like the withered tree
shines in spring's green
and like the cuckoo sings in sheen
i love tolive once again
and to ride on this delightful train
i like tolive again like a flower
that spreads scents of fragrant shower
i prefer not to quiver at all
i wish once again to loveall.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC