Will Earth start to grow?
Will the flowers turn to snow?
Will the birds be free?
Will you love me?
…
Will the sky ever turn red
And fall upon my golden bed
While the winds cease to blow
And become my window?
Will the moon begin to burn
And light up the sun
As bright as the clouds could be?
Will you love me?
…
Will the frogs fly in air?
Will the panthers say a prayer?
Will the grass be painted blue?
Will I forget you?
…
Will the angels come down
And lift the silver town
While the storks are asleep
And the candles quietly weep?
I’ll swap my boots
For the tingling roots
With a diamond dew
If I ever forget you
Thank you so much. Wow. Appreciate it
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Can questions be asked in much better and poetic way? I don’t think so! Very well written, Frank. Merry Christmas….
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Thanks a lot
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You’re welcome
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Ooh.. so many questions…!😅
Good piece, though!!😀
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no you wont’t forget her …
like the title of this poem …
be happy won’t you…
look at the blessings you still have …
tis the season …
come on now Merrrrryyy Chrissmasssss ! 🙂
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Hehe. Of course. Thanks. Merry Christmas to you too
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beautiful…like always.. 🙂
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Thank you
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So beautiful and romantic! 😊😍😘
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Thank you so much
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Merry Christmas, friend. I hope it is a happy one.
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It is. Merry Christmas to you too
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“will I forget you?”
^this line 😢
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Thanks
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you’re welcome 😊
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Merry Christmas, my friend
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This is very good. You sentiments are very sincere. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks and welcome
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Thank you, too.
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Merry Christmas
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Merry Christmas to you,too.
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