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When we meet 🪷
Category: Writing and Poetry
Under the bower we'll meet, for perhaps tea or a greet. The birds will sing lovely ballad, of himalayas or you , lovestruck lad. Two fresh pomegranate in the basket, and around ur neck a lovely ascot. The sun will sunshine or perhaps it might rain, but our time won't go to vain. Our hearts will speak , combined with a naughty squirrel's peek. A leather bound diary with pen in my hands,& a music bo... » Continue Reading