She is a bella donna
She breaths and the whole
World faints…
She sighs,
Somebody flies…
She walks and beauty
Is a scent invading my heart.
She is a piece of art
Let’s pretend you are Venus
And I am Mars…
I dreamt that
She only knew how
To count up to four…(magical number...)
On all fours…she was a bella donna too…
Lovely view of my bella donna...
Lenita T.Fღ ღ *
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I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful image filled write...thank you 10+++