What He Said
The red earth
strewn with many kinds of flowers,
the woods no longer lonely,
my forest paths grew sweet
as I came home:
heart melting
every time I thought
of dense black hair
being braided, made up with flowers,
my girl with teeth sharp as thorns.
strewn with many kinds of flowers,
the woods no longer lonely,
my forest paths grew sweet
as I came home:
heart melting
every time I thought
of dense black hair
being braided, made up with flowers,
my girl with teeth sharp as thorns.
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