Her Forehead Tastes Like A Stary night,
Her Eyes Taste Like The Sunshine & Sunset at the same time,
Her Lips Tastes Like A Deary childhood,
She Can enchant the whole world with her lips curves or rainy nerves,
She Rains On me just to tease the volcanoes to erupt in me,
She is the rendezvous of smiles,
She
A home of love;
A lullaby of the world;
An escape route of the time;
An endless forgotten island for the journey....!
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