When we received this shot suggestion from our reader Sukanya, we were quite intrigued and equally stumped . Having never really been good with numbers, we leave you to do the math and see if things add up.
Each time
() he loves me
A petal falls
he loves () me not
I say a prayer
() he loves me
And hold my breath
he loves me not ()
Then thank my stars
() he loves me
That this flower
he loves me () not
Has just enough
() he loves me.
- Jason
|
He sits back
in His armchair
in a straw hat maybe,
smokes a Cuban cigar
and smiles
down at His art.
this is His last holiday
before Fall. -Nikita |
This is really awesome!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE Jason's poem.
Thank you Raveena. :) Glad you liked what I did with it.
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