If you were a first flower of spring
I would be the fastest boy in village
only to pick you first
so I could the first one to breathe you
I you were a tiny, litlle bird
with weakened wings, fallen out of nest
I would be the gentliest boy of all
I would be the first one to feed you and warm you up
And in auntum, if you would be a first fallen leaf
I would be standing beneath you first
and catch you so you wouldnt fall
so I could stop the auntum
But, you are tiny and fragile
always bouncing with ease, restless
Im following every step of yours
Doe you are, protector deer I am
Beautiful poem, thank you for sharing so beautiful writing. Each word evidences the sensitivity of the soul.
Well, thank you!
Very nice, you wrote it?
Of course. Well, its written in my mother thounge in original, but it sound nice on English. I realised it so Im sharing...