You have called at,
in a land where stars grow on a wet soil.
You have called at,
in a land where flowers sell their beauty to those eyes
style="font-weight: bold;">hungry of love.
You have called at,
in a land where sparrows always want to nest on top of casuarina tree.
You have called at,
in a land where words are matured and ready to harvest by the
style="font-weight: bold;">beautiful hands of angel.
You have called at,
in a land where love is served in a cup of tea you drink.
You have called at,
in a land that disappoint you then break your heart in a night.
nb: thanks 4 coming to my life... i love
you.
Beautiful Hands Of Angel
10:47 PM | Labels: Romantic Love Poems, Romantic Poems |
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