When the wolf starts sing the lullaby,
His hands tries to confront my soul and hug my tiny wound.
Take me to the seventh etheral
And deeply swim into the galaxy
First "Hey!" means spring
My eyes want to see the bloom every single day
Do I wrong?
Or the destiny does?
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PHASE Spring
PoetryForefather said "There are 4 phases in a trip of love, so you have ready for each phase." Here, you will find the phases of the true love come to its own. This is the Spring. This gives rise to the beggining of life. How you see the world with your...
