Jun 2021
Two red petals of a rose,
Moist with dew,
Trembling as my eyes gazed at them,
And when my lips touched them,
I felt their fragile softness and sweetness as if dipped in honey.
6/6/2021
Moist with dew,
Trembling as my eyes gazed at them,
And when my lips touched them,
I felt their fragile softness and sweetness as if dipped in honey.
6/6/2021
(72/F/Tanzania)
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