Sunset In the Eyes
I cannot call myself a poet, for my pen is not able to write about any other ocean than your eyes.
If I combine the scent Of orange leaves with the touch of your hands, I can create the most delightful song ever.
Come to me, dedicate the spirit of life to my rhymeless poems
Come to me, watch the sunset with me, and I Will stare at its reflection in the mirror of your eyes...
come to me ...
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