Children and their flowers,
rise up with love.
Embracing the rainbows,
With colors and fragrances.
Love blowing,
Like the winds and butterflies.
Singing tunes of magic.
A hundred years gone,
They still grow,
With peace in their minds,
And colors in their hearts.
2 comments:
Good... well I do prefer using the "colours" instead....British English Jindabad....:)
well...nice poem...
I know...Even I prefer the english version....But when I see the red underline under "colours", my mind starts thinking !!!
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