Tag: rose
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The Way You Pink Me
I never know whether the words of yours made of lie or truth, I never got whether those glares would lead me to heaven or dragged my soul into the deepest abyss. But one think I do understand, that you are the life which never has a temple where I can worship it, you are…
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Moon under the rose
I was sitting on the second floor’s veranda when a night fallen down. A beautiful white rose was inside ceramic vase with beautiful traditional ornament on it. A dark night that I wished to be ended, just by waiting the moon shows up under the rose. Moon under the rose, is a beginning of a…