Many poems march in the mind, like the rising sea wave,
When the breeze touches you the cloud drizzles like rain,
You are the art gallery that my eyes admire,
The following pleasures are on your lips,
My new world near you,
I live in my two eyes ...... carrying you....,
My world, soul, you are the woman myself.
.........✍🌹.........
kikiadri💜💙.
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