Ernest Robles Poet Free verse

With You When Harsh Feelings Die Stirs

WITH YOU WHEN HARSH FEELINGS DIE (stirs--)

Love when harsh feelings die-stir my heart
fields like gold dreams sticking life  
like humming bird's wings ~ hmm and imagine; 
a bright sun hangs in place that burns my heart
feels mighty like olden days
when i picked red roses
which left all pink
 --dreams which remind me of you
as June's garden full
of odours like when sweet 
violets sicken.   Then  will
be you and me happy?

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