No matter where we go
and where we land tiptoe,
You are like my breath of fresh air
in a world full of illicit affairs
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𝗜𝗻𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 | poetry + proses |
PoetryYou taught me the art of blooming, of how you can bloom in the places one cant even imagine of. There are strands of you which saw violets in my hazel eyes, sunflowers in my golden soul and roses in my beating heart. So this book is dedicated to Am...
