Innocence
Again, I come back to those thoughts
the one appearing as
those beautiful pots;
Among which you’re
just smiling as a “flower”;
Your innocence, your nature
Your beauty, your words..
like “yellow mustards”
that spread all around
leading me and my thoughts
to go beyond the bound;
I don’t know who I am
But, I know one thing
You’re my sense, you’re my sensation
You’re my passion, you’re my temptation
You are the one and will be the one
“whom” I won’t forget as
you’ll always be in my “little heart”
and as long as the time wait for me
you’ll remain “my creation”
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