It was circa october that I was happy for the first time in an eternity. The winter with long arms that took half of the year and made it cold and somber had passed, the flowers were blooming. The peach flowers were blooming and I smiled. October reached her wounded, icey hand into the light of the beloved sun and bloomed life to Spring.
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Puisipoetry about emotions; you honeyed the words twisted from strawberry lips and flushed my cheeks with marigold. a gentle smile. ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩✻۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● please do not steal my poetry it would be like stealing a piece of my heart ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩✻۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬●