The smell of our love
Is like a chamomile flower!
It gently hovers all around,
In this thrilling summer!
It floats upon the breeze,
In the streams of rushing air!
Puts our minds and hearts at ease,
With scent of passion in the hair!
It floods our love in pure hue
Of chamomile flowers in bloom!
And shining like the morning dew,
It mingles us in sweet perfume!
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Behind You ( FINALIZATĂ )
ПоезіяHating myself I just look for a reason, To escape from my mind prison, But I found nothing... just hate, And my heart is locked with a gate. I have no stories to tell, Just worries waiting for hell, My hope is falling down, And I look like a funny c...
