under the shadow
on the green sunny meadow
by the rounded mossy stone
both ate ripe watermelon
he made her laugh
her bubbling laughter
made him love her
then they made love
under the blanket
he makes her laugh
she loves his manner
to make her laugh...
The golden gate
to love, my love,
is maybe...laughter
Make me laugh...
This made me smile! Totally agree with you...goes for me too! Ain't it de truth! Beautiful in its observation and the tiny details that make it so real. Love it! See...I'm laughing.. laughing! love Donall Donall
You're right - of course, you're right! Delightful poem. As exuberant as a giggle! F
lough yet obsessive by the shadow laugter still extends beyond and within as meadow still burns by the green the golden gate seems to open by the muse...............excellent write by the imagery of unique genere, and i lough still,10/10, thanks for sharing
a new definition of laughter emerges here...laughter: golden gate to love. gr8!
Love and laughter - a wonderful combination blended together against the backdropp of a lush landscape - ripe words here Onelia. j x
Beautiful sunny poem, I loved the watermelons! ! Gorgeous penning Onelia... HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, this is it! There is an economy of words with staccato rhythms, and they all punctuate - laughter! Laugh-making takes on a new meaning. Beautiful, rgds Ivan