I am not a simple writer nor the complicated one. My mood changes too fast like a lightning among dark clouds. Rain is the idea why love can be blossoming and withered at once. Sometimes I look at the rain, sipping my white coffee and thinking I am in love and broken hearted at once. I look at my reflection and smile, there you go in life. enjoy!
Blowing swiftly a sweet smell of love through the air
Scattering a magical colors of heather makes it fair
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Once the maturity of balmy embrace is in purple
Smile is still too sweet though you have no dimples
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Dusky Sunday in a happy evening,
a happy lover lover says good morning
darling now it is time for us to sing,
cause none can be source of grieving
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Eyes are just created as a glistening morning dew
Lips can be more delicious than a ripe plum
A loaf of courage to get close to you left just a few
Words stuck in throat maybe it's a lump
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