Memory Of Love Making
My back hurts,
I try to work in my knees
But those hurts too.
My shoulder stings
With each move
To work well what shall I fix?
My body, dear friend!
If let my heart to love you
My mind, could give you any strenght?
Over the ocean
And the seven seas
My soul I let to fly away
From up I watch and listen to myself:
-Love you so much my dear Earth,
Sweet strawberries:
Next year please
Do bring joy to many children
Bond them with nature's loving memory.
poem by Elena Sandu
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