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First Love

Night flowers shed their sweet essences
Trees in the wind perform mystical dances
Hiding in clouds the moon takes furtive glances
With shrill hoots ill-tempered owls play petty nuances
She dreams of her first love, exchange of roses over the fences

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A good five-liner with the same rhyme indicating the consistent nature of the first love.
Night flowers shed their sweet essences Trees in the wind perform mystical dances......so touching and amusing expression. A beautiful poem on love is amazingly shared.10