The spring has returned.
Indeed, the flowers are blooming again.
Its fragrance evokes memories
of those magical times
as if the memories are buried
in the fragrance of flowers.
It reminded me when she squinted her
magnetic eyes and grinned,
like a golden ray of sunlight
penetrating through flower branches.
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Whispers of First Love
RandomThis poetry book is a compilation of memories of first love. It shares experiences of first love - the joy💓, the heartache💔 and everything in between💝. I hope you all will like it :) Author's note: Pictures in this book don't belong to me; I got...
