A CHANCE TO THE BLOSSOM
just the once endeavor to the
fixation, in the deepest of
feeling your image
desires to float,
there’s no
rein in,
my affection hasn’t the limit, it
travels from the vein to
breath, if spell of
spring is scant,
don’t mind,
the
dream of heart; not yet dried,
the evergreen sentiments
never goes to fade, I’ll
steal the colors from
the luminous sky,
I’ll conserve
the zest
from wild bloom before the leaf
falling; don’t be vacillate to
touch my quiescent
emotion, it looks
fervently to
your
favor; let the passion could get
the life, as whorl waits to
release the aroma, as
the pollen needs
the spreading
out the
beauty of flowers; just try to grip
my budding persona - - -
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