the grass danced with the wind
lovebirds chirped
you grinned
then it disappeared
suddenly my cheek stung
{she slapped me}
for i witnessed
joy you considered sin
"but flower, could you please do that again? i want to feel your pain"
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protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
