Once in a while those memory strikes
leaves the mind with sorrow and divine
those arms around me, beneath the pine tree
My ear would struggle to hear the world three
Those hands tickling me behind my ear
is only when you playfully remove my hair
have your chubby lips strike my face
and make my solitude drown in haze?
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Poems and quotes
ŞiirThough he likes her to the fullest she would she a flaw in herself he never searched a eternal fairness though her fear of imperfection ruined the relation so, Her fear of failing, perspiring time and again was a obstacle to make a tranquil love rai...
