the morning breeze
kisses my skin
and i fucking
smile
i know, at this particular
instant
you and i
are being
romanced
by
the same
force
and it is always a
pleasure
to be in a
threesome
with nature
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Chasing Sunsets In Gloom December
PoetryOver poetic and cliché poetry that can only make sense to people that don't make sense to people. enjoy or not. poems by Victor Forna _VF
