Floating water,
In between the mountains,
Lines of rime beside all through,
Glazing as blessed in the eve...
Winters and sunset,
Like sips of tea with cigarette,
On the rocks just us,
Lot of words, no varlet...
This pleasing moment,
Our talk and a Lil walk,
to our inn
With lot of Promises...
That river and sun behind mountains
are creating a wonder,
This place is beautiful,
But not u...
You are not beautiful but a magic,
Just waving a stick like a sorcerer,
And making anything aweful,
Just by your appearance,
So always be there, and I'll be thankful,
Unlike stones cursed getting seep,
Like all those air not stopping us to go deep...
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
Floating water,
In between the mountains,
Lines of rime beside all through,
Glazing as blessed in the eve...
Winters and sunset,
Like sips of tea with cigarette,
On the rocks just us,
Lot of words, no varlet...
This pleasing moment,
Our talk and a Lil walk,
to our inn
With lot of Promises...
That river and sun behind mountains
are creating a wonder,
This place is beautiful,
But not u...
You are not beautiful but a magic,
Just waving a stick like a sorcerer,
And making anything aweful,
Just by your appearance,
So always be there, and I'll be thankful,
Unlike stones cursed getting seep,
Like all those air not stopping us to go deep...
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