The Whisper

The whispers of love,
Is so keen and from above,
Look into the sky,
It can be seen across the horizon,
The birds in the air,
Always sings the tales of love,
Flowers on the plains,
The rivers and streams,
From eternity to eternity,
Never ending is the rhythm of love,
Full of "blues",
The oceans will never dry,
Out of love,
Everything came into being,
Within the corridors of love,
The sun will always shine,
In the pools of love,
A season will come to an end,
To give a way to another.

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Seasons comes as a result of love. So this poem is talking about love