Angels' call
Blonde from behind the mountains,she whispered to me
Like a river,
it waters the rest of life.
With those senses, all meanings flourished and were beautified.
Like a garden,
its branches blossomed with flowers.
Poetry by poet*salem
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Written on 2025-01-11 at 11:48
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