After many rains, The seed never sprouted, Twas dead, not dormant, And the land that bore i... After many rains, The seed never sprouted, Twas dead, not dormant, And ...

Seeds of thoughts germinate Seeds of thoughts germinate

Allow me to become the rain For wetting the arid land Of your body. Sundering from the ti... Allow me to become the rain For wetting the arid land Of your body. S...

Every morning this dog, very attached to me, Quietly keeps sitting near my seat Every morning this dog, very attached to me, Quietly keeps sitting near my seat

This poem is a humorous poem about the way shoe feels when we buy them. This poem is a humorous poem about the way shoe feels when we buy them.

Wasn’t love like this? Wasn’t love like this?