O Love
your are not prosaic
but Prose in heart
very sensitive
at last the rain comes
to wet us together
the umbrella of heart
spreads its hands, opens its laps
to feel amorously..........///
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O Love your are not prosaic but Prose in heart very sensitive at last the rain comes to wet us together the umbrella of heart spreads its hands, opens its laps to feel amorously..........///
Nice, thanks.