
she wears pleasant flowers
and bakes cakes of fine flour
when she sings in the morning
my heart dance with her song
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she wears pleasant flowers
and bakes cakes of fine flour
when she sings in the morning
my heart dance with her song
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Am sharing a poem of mine where j have written on different mood but also reflects love – do go through 🙂
https://appamprawns.wordpress.com/2021/10/29/slow-burn/
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Okay, I’ll.
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Love the imagery in this short verse. Beautiful!
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Thank you
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🤗
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Haha
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I meant that I loved it, and her when I read it
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I know already 😃
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Oh, good — just making sure! Blessings on your beautiful heart, my brother
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Thanks a lot 😉
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