Love’s Return
Birds drift warm breezes,
Calls echoing to each other,
Then land on same branch.
I listen for bells on sails
Tinkling we’ll be kissing soon.
Clear skies, winds westward.
My schooner flies towards harbor;
Birds drift overhead.
Bells tinkle like your laughter;
Warm breezes touch like your sighs.
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Tinkling like urinating. Any way, very nice poem Li.
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I like “Warm breezes touch like your sighs”…great line Lisa.
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Thank you, Max.
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Has a nice langourous feel. (K)
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Can you tell I’m dreaming of hot sunny breezy days near or on the water? Seems so far away right now.
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It does. The ocean would be a welcome sight.
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Could be a refrain for many a sailor, and their love awaiting reunion.
Very nice.
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Thank you, Jules, I think so also.
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