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I see the smile that I love gettin’ brighter

and like blades of roses openin’ in all the glory that they offer…

My Prince in the castle of dreams is wakin’

and offerin’ his cherry-red lips…I wish to kiss those smilin’ dimples on

a face that I adore… his hair is wet, of dreams, of waitin’, of longin’…

“My Queen”, he said to me…and I fly in the skies with him,

he took me in his arms and carried me under the cherry tree…

leaned me on golden leaves of his youth…

we entered our own Paradise of love…with all colors and laughs…

He is the one whom I carried in my soul..he is the shimmer in the dark..

he is poetry…a piece of missin’ heart…now all birds are singin’…

all leaves are whisperin’ of love under cherry-trees…

Posted by Zerina Hatipovic

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