Zephyr's Bow Poem by Vladimir Marku

Zephyr's Bow



Take, I will, Zephyr's bow
The strings of branches softly play
The sigh falls like a leaf
My nostalgia in tacit cries.

Tuning be this forest of love
Until trees fall one by one
But the tree you planted in me, love
Will never go down, will never be gone.

Thursday, July 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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