There she goes the princess…
Her smile is a reason for love…
There she waves hand…
Through her naked eyes…
My princess is a white rose, of a full moon night…
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Red Rose, crimson joy of hers…
As brave as a first kiss…
She is a dream of a fighter…
A reason of a lifetime keeper…
There she flies, the butterfly…
My princess is a red rose of a crimson joy…
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Love,
Hope my letter finds you well…
What do humans have if they don’t have their humble hope for the future?
And our most valuable treasure is our health; what is the pleasure of living 100 years without a good health?
And what is the meaning of leading a long, a lonely life without being truly loved and cared [...]
A dark black night
silent enough…
Smoke is both in your mouth
and assume in your eyes
never seen the dark…
Yet your hands and your tongues
either your honey lips…
Where have they all gone?
Come along come back
neither begging nor dying
nor being buried left back…
None of these pass beyond
the darkest place
is being forgotten…
Here it is the night,
now it is a night…