Every time I think of you
(More often than morning’s dew) A pink crowned orchid Stands through the ground Hair hanging down; Leaves raised towards the heavens. As of now This flowering overtakes all Seas and land masses; covering All in a forest of affection’s flood. My arms desire to hold you So badly; Resting my chin On your head While my limbs cradle you tightly I hope you rest well; that Your dreams are as sweet As your smell #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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