spring

I know a little maiden,
She is very fair and sweet,
As she trips among the grasses
That kiss her dainty feet;
Her arms are full of flowers,
The snow-drops, pure and white,
Timid blue-eyed violets,
And daffodillies bright.
She loves dear Mother Nature,
And wanders by her side;
She beckons to the birdlings
That flock from far and wide.
She wakes the baby brooklets,
Soft breezes hear her call;
She tells the little children
The sweetest tales of all.
Her brow is sometimes clouded,
And she sighs with gentle grace,
Till the sunbeams, daring lovers,
Kiss the teardrops from her face.
Well we know this dainty maiden,
For April is her name;
And we welcome her with gladness,
As the springtime comes again.

[stafism]

nice!! (sticks fingers down throat to help with regurgitation)

[Amiraa]

Originally Posted by stafism

nice!! (sticks fingers down throat to help with regurgitation)

Skoot skoot ya weld le 7ram....

Beautiful poem mselya....

Boys eh....

[stafism]

ou entya sooktee oula n wariq qi dayra el hadraa! but still nice poem i was jus messin!!!!

siblings i dunno.......
glad you like it though!