When you walk past flowers
they awaken
straighten
open
and tremble.
They cannot bear
the weight
of the awe
of your beauty
and neither can I.
When you walk past flowers
they awaken
straighten
open
and tremble.
They cannot bear
the weight
of the awe
of your beauty
and neither can I.
Simply beautiful, Hernan! I think it would be every woman’s dream to have such a poem written about her. Well done!!
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Thank you so much, Skye. I really appreciate that. I really really do.
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You are really welcome. You really really are! xx 😀
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