Delicate soft slender fingers,
dancing on rough hard metal.
That vivid memory still linger,
in every fragile haitang petal.
So pure was my naive mind,
that tried to see you through
with no wild hatred, just mild,
the one my soul chose, was you.
Your phoenix eyes piercing cold,
our future, nothing did they know.
A love story, haitang flowers told
no fragrance but beauty will glow.
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Again, wrote this for the moment they met under the haitang flowers.
Photo credit in the background - twitter
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