"I could eat the world," he said
as the blow s of hunger,
worked painfully on his breath
sighing he added,
"but only a piece i need,
some crusts of dry bread,
and a drop of water
to smoothly swallow with"
"and this face would glow
eyes like the sun
reflecting the joy of my soul,
through the curves on my lips,
wearing a smille like a flower,
blossoming in a desert,
the white petals of my heart"
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
"I could eat the world," he said
as the blow s of hunger,
worked painfully on his breath
sighing he added,
"but only a piece i need,
some crusts of dry bread,
and a drop of water
to smoothly swallow with"
"and this face would glow
eyes like the sun
reflecting the joy of my soul,
through the curves on my lips,
wearing a smille like a flower,
blossoming in a desert,
the white petals of my heart"
we are all nice
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