The secret of love

Nothing special when you receive a gift on birthday

The fragrance of the rose will linger when you pluck her

The secret of love echoes in the distant mountains

The field is just as lonely as it were yesterday

 

Everyone will return home when the evening comes down

just as the bird will look for its nest at dawn

People’s dream will be carried by moonlight’s boat

where eternity of hope lives and garden of flower grows

© Maylian Leo, 2016

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