Lovegraphy

sometimes in dewy ravines, sometimes on steep cliffs
it is a seed that is bound to life and germinates.
but you don't know the smell
and offended by forbidden touches,
every now and then he turns away in shame and resents you,
resents you,
who asks "does he like or not"
or asked is love like yellow flowers.
you are guilty when you pick them,
but they become beautiful in your hands.
sometimes, on the side of the long roads
even in those dry lands it will always be green
Love is like magnolia trees.
for those who want to gather in its shadow
the roaster wants to shade against the Sun.
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