the dirt smudges on our skins and
chests heaving with sincere smiles
after a long afternoon's playtime
is the start of an innocent love
waiting to unfurl for a lifetime.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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A Flowerbed for Romantics
PoetryThe chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For e...
