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my heart goes with you.
The heart that goes with her without asking me,
Will you come back to me ?,
Can the blow breeze and tell her my love for me ?,
I feel the scent of flowers in my garden when I think of her,
Her cheeks leaning against my shoulder,
In your view I have not forgotten the bloom,
I admired the fallen flowers in her words,
In my dream, in my heart,
the breeze telling her floating desires.
kikiadri
💜💍💙.
© kikiadri
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