The voice of love.

eieikhing (55)in #in • 8 years ago (edited)

When the wind is blowing;
I become cold and sick.
When I have heard one's voice;
I become hurt in my heart.
But sometimes one's voice make me happy.
I amn't sure for your love.
@eieikhing
MSC No.173

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#myanmat #poetry #block

8 years ago in #in by eieikhing (55)

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wailinn (47) 8 years ago

When I see this post,
i gave vote & ment

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eieikhing (55) 8 years ago

Thank you;bro.

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thantzinwin (48) 8 years ago

Wrrr

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eieikhing (55) 8 years ago

Thank you;Thatzin.

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sawlwin (58) 8 years ago

Good

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eieikhing (55) 8 years ago

Thank you.

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tinhlaingoo (61) 8 years ago

That is good poetry. I love for snow and windy day.

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eieikhing (55) 8 years ago

Thank you; my teacher.

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