Counting flowers
In a garden of our youth -
Learning to be oursleves,
Seek the truth,
Love and be love,
And then only to disappear in the moonlight,
Like vampires,
By the nature's darkness inspired.
Looking for a starlit night
For magical influence
And knowing we're not here for the first time,
Dancing with the Wheel of the Year
And staying sincere.
Counting flowers
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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Dear Marina, I real like the subject of your poem. The phrase: “ And then only to disappear in the moonlight,
Like vampires”- was very mythical and tempting. Good luck with your poems. Only what is the percent of people on the Russian site will be able to read it?
Sincerely, Lubov
Did you try to write in English with rhyme? 💫💫💫🦋
Любовь Де Валуа 21.07.2023 05:07 • Заявить о нарушении
Like vampires”- was very mythical and tempting. Good luck with your poems. Only what is the percent of people on the Russian site will be able to read it?
Sincerely, Lubov
Did you try to write in English with rhyme? 💫💫💫🦋
Любовь Де Валуа 21.07.2023 05:07 • Заявить о нарушении