Guldasta

A bouquet of flowers picked along the way ….

An itsy-bitsy poem August 13, 2009

Filed under: Me,love,poetry — gurdas @ :

Move, stop, turn, and smile
I have not seen you in a while
Sit, relax, sip, and talk
Can we take another walk?

Read, write, listen, and sing
Can you do me again your thing?
Lips, cheeks, brows, and eyes
You give me the highest highs

Feet, jump, skip, and run
Every moment with you was fun
Cheeky, angry, witty, and kind
You are always on my mind


 

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