Pink is the hearth,
and white is the soul.
Sparkling eyes blink
the eyelashes of charcoal.
Your cherry lips smile
and melt me where I stand.
And tiny feet turn away
in a motion so grand.
Turning, turning
The skirt ruffles on fire.
Sparks fly with the wind
And petals fly higher.
How can you run
From this meadow of time?
Floating by parasol
And lock in the heart of mine?
Do you know how I sit
And think of your smile?
And my heart bursts entirely
Because your ringlet curls drive me wild
You ringlet curls drive me wild…
Hopefully, I should be done this novel by May so you can buy it online and in bookstores sooner or later. Until then, Ja-ne!
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