</>The grass flowers smell <br />That was amazing <br /> <br />I can`t stay in Hole <br />I Dragged <br /> <br />The Rock grass bed <br />The Breeze and Cool <br /> <br />Who called me <br />Who forced me <br /> <br />I dont know <br />And my long tongue <br /> <br />The only Grass Bed <br />The Yellow Sea <br /> <br />I touched her Tongue <br />Our Eyes and Neck <br /> <br />We rolling in the sea <br />Yellow only Yellow <br /> <br />In my tender age my mother always told me in mid winter eve, Do not go the rock grass bed for playing there were snakes on the perticular time.<br /><br />Vinod Kumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snakes-4/
