Solitude
Bristle summer days
In a land full of flowers and mountains....
—I love the warmth of your embrace
that makes pleasure worthwhile
and worries far away
In the winter night,
Saving me from the coldness and drawing me closer,
My heart thumps at the thought of your neglect
treat me like a plant
hide me in a pot,
protect my parts
and at the end, don't give me away
© Kafe3lah
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