My daughter was a feather,
who floated down to me.
My baby bloomed in Korea,
far, far across the sea.
Whispers in the forest,
a song from tree to tree.
who floated down to me.
My baby bloomed in Korea,
far, far across the sea.
Whispers in the forest,
a song from tree to tree.
Beasts, birds and flowers know
that she was meant for me.
that she was meant for me.
1 comment:
Lovely poem. Do you write your own poems?
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