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Jan 2016
His lips are like the
edge of the galaxy.

His face , so bright
like mornings
sunlight.

His hair , wild like the
frozen flowers and
dandelions in the
meadows half
buried under
snow.

But yet so brave to find
a way to stand out
and show.

His voice , so calming
like a violin playing a solo
while shy and trying
to deny.

And his heart , oh his
heart , so pure and
divine* ~
Carolin
Written by
Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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