The messages of love
Gone and disappeared
Made the beloved sad
it was the only source
Of hope
for those
Who lost hope
Messages of love
always watering
Beloved souls
so how can I stop?
Writing for my friend
Loved
With a wink
In his style.

BY MONA THE SECOND ARABIAN NIGHTS

BY LOVED FREEST FREE STYLE

Very Nice

The three poems
You will read today
Are the ones
I wrote two years ago
When none read me
Over here in Triond
So it makes a difference
In as I always say
What’s in a name?
Everything is ones name
The vibrations,
It’s tuning of the heart,
As ones harp,
A melodious vibration of voice
Of love,
Of emotion
And
Above all
Of basic human commotion
To my mind that's all what poetry,
In its prosaic
Or
Any modern manifestation
Is all about