original poetry
521, my dream
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520 night fireworks Uncooled
The scent of roses is still spreading
The edge of the palm has not yet been realized
I dreamed of looking forward
521 crystal dew has already come to the night
In the elegant elegance of Yulan Musk
In the fiery passion of pomegranate flowers
Come in the green swaying sway of the lotus scent
When I am a sail, you are a lighthouse
When I am a Venus, you are a sunflower.
521 a warm and romantic Commitment
is a hug a kiss
A deep affection
I am holding your hand
Walk in the depths of the red dust
It’s the tacit understanding of the mind.
It’s a promise to cherish life.
It’s two obsessed morning glory
I’m in you. /p>
The love of this life
Do not forget the initial heart…
2017, 5, 20
