BlueDichotomy
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romance
I besought Oshun to loose the riverbanks last night,
She allowed the clouds to swell,
There's been 43 crescent moons & rising suns since I've plucked the fragments of my face out of our Garden of love.
Only to realize, that after meticulous tilling of the ground, the soil was barren,
I pray she rains on you, until I'm satisfied.
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The Immortal Wize says: Sounds like someone needs to learn to respect the power of love or else invest in rain gear. 🔥🔥🔥 |
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love_supreme says: Wow this is nice! Excellent write. |
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2b2b2 says: Butter Writes....Don't play with Mother Nature....indeed...thanks for sharing!! |
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Coalhouse says: great work of art, get down! |
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