Are those green hopes?
Can’t we all hear their whispers love?
Calling without sounds,
Dancing without moves
Palms and fingers touch with heartily sun-sprays.
Together, we all grow,
an emerged labour fun
Where commence to our very first earthly love touch.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC
Are those green hopes?
Can’t we all hear their whispers love?
Calling without sounds,
Dancing without moves
Palms and fingers touch with heartily sun-sprays.
Together, we all grow,
an emerged labour fun
Where commence to our very first earthly love touch.
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