Lingering. Poem by hari khabrani

Lingering.



Lingering, lingering and lingering was so on
Why could not I resist on strolling moves?

I were to turn on and turned,
Found Elle was looking for from,
Waiting as if Sa Copin would turn on,
Will make her adore flawless affirmative.

A beautiful day with acts of either.

Friday, January 18, 2019
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