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floweryblume · 7 months
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Happiness will come in late March
It will knock on my wooden door,
And enter my light brown cottage.
It will be accompanied by Spring,
Who just recently visited my garden.
We will have tea together
And talk about flowers and birds.
The forest sun will be warm
And welcoming for everyone.
Happiness will come in late March
And I will accept it with love.
Feb 1, 2023
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floweryblume · 1 year
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For V.
You smell like roses on a hot june afternoon,
Striking new poses, you dance in tune
With soft warm breeze, with sunray stripes,
Surrounded by bees and butterflies.
Caressing your skin, the red sun smiles,
Returning the grin you say your goodbyes.
The night will come soon, yet we still feel so warm,
Having fun with the moon we are swaying around.
The moonlight is red, illuminating the night,
Just like the sunset, it's shining so bright.
Your body moves slow, the dance of the trees.
Silhouettes shifting low, you get on your knees.
Picking up a wild rose, you place it on your chest,
Warm wind still blows, whispers make the night feel blessed.
The evening birds sing the music of my soul,
The nightfall brings you magical glow.
Accompanied by stars, my sight follows yours,
Gazing upon skies, we're healing ancient scars.
Wind tickling our noses, we're in a comfortable mood...
You smell like roses on a hot june afternoon.
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floweryblume · 1 year
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Oh, Madonna, you're the queen of the night.
Sitting all alone with jewel-like beetles around you
In a candlelit room with smoke dancing on your body
Like see-through silk shimmering in the moonlight.
Madonna, the night sky defines you.
Your soft chest is pale like the Moon,
Embodying the most beautiful shapes,
Contrasting your obsidian eyes.
Dear Madonna, the star of my life,
Your mahogany hair is softer than cotton,
Resting on your shoulders, it shapes your neck,
Creating the most breathtaking scenery.
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floweryblume · 2 years
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My heart is a mess and I want to know why
These snowflakes are red while my feelings are blue
I want to know why my tears feel so dry
And I wish to find out why I'm covered in hue
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floweryblume · 2 years
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Your eyes are like evening stars, full of fire and passion.
They look at me brightly, stare right into my soul.
I find myself breathless, gazing back, reaching for that light.
I stretch my arms forward, searching for your face.
My fingertips find your skin, so warm like the setting sun.
My hands cup your face, fingers land on your closed eyes.
I can feel your breath on my palm, soft like the summer breeze.
Our heartbeats dance together as I move closer to you.
Your lips, slightly parted, scented like rosemary...
Your lips touch mine and we become one, the brightest galaxy.
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floweryblume · 2 years
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It's midnight and the sky is empty,
Not a single star in my sight.
The backpack I carry is somewhat heavy,
The only thing inside is an old kite.
I plan to let it out to meet the Moon,
It has been waiting inside me for too long.
It reaches for the sky, I let it make a loop
Around the Moon, the Sun, around
The planet Earth and also my heart.
It wants to go higher, it wants to be free.
It's singing a song but I am too far
To hear the melody, to feel its glee.
Icarus, do not lose your mind,
You're too far from home, will you come back?
Icarus, you no longer control your sight,
The wax on your back has started to crack.
Feb 15, 2023
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floweryblume · 2 years
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Happiness will come in late March
It will knock on my wooden door,
And enter my light brown cottage.
It will be accompanied by Spring,
Who just recently visited my garden.
We will have tea together
And talk about flowers and birds.
The forest sun will be warm
And welcoming for everyone.
Happiness will come in late March
And I will accept it with love.
Feb 1, 2023
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floweryblume · 3 years
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What is love? This merciless feeling, tearing up my worn out heart.
But no, you'll never understand, this is just a one-time kind of thing.
But you know, it's hard to believe that this miracle is fading so fast.
And yet, you'll never understand how it must have hurt me from inside.
Like some glass shattered my dreams and beliefs that i had known.
What's this? Unexpected bliss or some curse cast upon my soul.
And of course, the answer is cruel, like an angel looking above from the sky.
But hey, now that it's too late, I'll enjoy this day while i still can.
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