Your petals so soft They whisper my name Full gold, expensive, exquisite, Existing on another plane. I long to visit To show up at your door Flower in hand Flower in heart. You, My golden-toned Black beauty More precious because of your shape The sculpting of time and experience. Stronger than other, Yet a softContinue reading “Exist”
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