Irony Of Verve...
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Glancing at a beautiful flower,
I marveled for a few hours.
Everyone admires its beauty,
But no one discerns the pain of ecstasy.
Thrilled by the manifestation of a tiny bee,
There is a gleam amplified on her fleak.
Allowing him to dwell on her bosom,
Permitting...
Glancing at a beautiful flower,
I marveled for a few hours.
Everyone admires its beauty,
But no one discerns the pain of ecstasy.
Thrilled by the manifestation of a tiny bee,
There is a gleam amplified on her fleak.
Allowing him to dwell on her bosom,
Permitting...