SJ


My most beautiful thought, full of color and taste,
my most beautiful moment, is my most beautiful place.
Selfish desires of longing, sadness, frustration and pain,
everything becomes beautiful with just one whisper of a name.
Pink silk, smooth and lovely, a flowers in bloom,
perfectly pronounced petals of sweet,
is my summer in June.
You see my most beautiful thought
and my most beautiful moment and place,
is the most beautiful sound,
that always brings a smile to my face.
My most beautiful flower and my most beautiful summer in June,
gave me the most beautiful life, my most beautiful.... YOU

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