When the flowers open the petals
it is book of colors
When you open your beautiful lips
it is bouquet of flowers
When breeze caresses the flowers
it is casket of fragrance
When you caress the flowers
it is touch of gentleness
When the western sky drops its eyelids
it is beautiful evening view
When you drop your eyelids
my heart is full of evening blue!
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