Only if the flowers bloomed,
but alas! The sight of you maybe not be accused to sin I commit, If you permit and if I see you again please pardon me .
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- From the rose
Whose petals
Are withered away
YOU ARE READING
THE clouds wings
Poetry"To my beloved that I am devotee of, I devote my art to temple of yours , acknowledge me my love ,I'm choking everyday in lure"
