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The wind has betrayed you
As your only lover,
As I bumble like a bee,
Through your trail of petal caresses.
I can taste your sweet laughter,
Coloring nods and smiles,
Of blushing blooms
In your friendship field.
| comment | |
| Mostafa Moftah | 10-Feb-2012 23:01 | |
| Guest | 09-Feb-2012 05:37 | |
| Guest | 07-Feb-2012 09:26 | |
| Dafna | 07-Feb-2012 08:52 | |