Dream woman
The leaves,
same as the body of a young woman,
writhe when cold,
when warm in color,
screams of vinyl pleasure to remain unforgettable. hide shyly,
under the shade of the tree
I acknowledge the look gives them away,
and you can't hide this love in your hands...
it's the wind fault,
when it stirs everything in us,
even the soul and all seasons of life...
Lost, can only be them,
the leaves on our face,
fall in rings of married trees,
for over 100 years,
it is the only covenant between
heaven and earth...
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