poem

Somewhere her pink lips blossom

Dec 7, 2016 • 1 min read

This date,
Has its faithful reminder.
This date,
Is now icy horror.
Today, right now,
All my senses find her.

This date,
Was meant for celebration.
In my kiss,
Her pink lips blossom.
In her love,
My animated vacation.

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