Once before the roses of the night
ascended at great hight.
Flock of butterflies flew into the sky
as they fled from the decry.
How it is; “to love only with ardour,
as yesterday sight became my lore.”
Countless nights had stopped me once,
but the forevermore fondness lingered in me with dunce.
One wing at the time, red sky, morning air,
and the hope that flew with my heir.
Waiting, counting, hoping and praying
as the early morning was our reason for mating.
The mystique hidden between purity
beholds the lingering maturity.
‘This Sunday,
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4 responses to “‘Purity,”
Absolutely beautiful. Profound, actually.
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Blessings, I’m glad you liked it ❤️ truly appreciate your time for reading my work!!
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Lovely!
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Thank you, julie!! I’m glad you liked it!! 😊
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