Monday, November 17, 2014

Keepsake

         a smile-dusted child

swarms grandly
up hope's slope
unfurls something

         bigger than the world

mouth stretched wide
so smiles endearments
all--are kinds of kisses

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jual obat aborsi said...

tenks you coment posting

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