The white spirit in your perianths
excites the puerile
I lost in my duties of surviving a life
that culture desires.
I crave to exist in your petals
as a dew that warms your root
for a spell.
You're the one I relish to shelter myself
as you bloom with the fragrance of luscious chroma.
@_Shade_of_a_lonely_girl_
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
The white spirit in your perianths
excites the puerile
I lost in my duties of surviving a life
that culture desires.
I crave to exist in your petals
as a dew that warms your root
for a spell.
You're the one I relish to shelter myself
as you bloom with the fragrance of luscious chroma.
@_Shade_of_a_lonely_girl_
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