I may not be as clear
as the blue water in a jug
but I still have an A-1...
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight....
And so what now, dear heart?
The fire's gone, ended forever.
I don't remember...
My muse doesn’t appear anymore.
I crane my neck, night and day,
over the fence, over the shrubs,...
I once had a dame,
angel-like, with a milky skin,
blond hair, green eyes,...
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DhayeDecember 19, 2015 - 00:20 That's love. :)
MahoobeeDecember 24, 2015 - 19:03 Love~ p.s Hey!! thanks a lot for the upvotes :D
rekhanshiraghavaDecember 27, 2015 - 08:06 too much of love..... amazing....
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.December 27, 2015 - 12:09 Thank you, Rekhanshiraghava.