For 14 Feb
When birds start to chirp bright,
We both on boats, loaded with hugs and hopes,
sail through serene scopes
to savor sweet and splendid sight.
When cicadas no longer chant aloud,
We both on kites , filled with love and luck,
fly on the sky nip and tuck
to flirt with rose-clothed cloud.
Copyright © Amarantus Lauriere | Year Posted 2025
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