Read the poem and sleep again ｜ You give me far better than a flower garden

"poetry"

You give me far better than a flower garden

Giving me

Color and season,

It's very obvious

..

We live up to each other, but we have time

Late night

More deserved than the empty grassland

..

We respect each other, and we don't dislike it

No woman can do

You are fulfilling- ——

You are not a woman.

"poetry"

Occasionally take you as a letter

Make you

exposure

Make you

Speaking -

Say for me,

for me

Ask gold coins or reputation. sorry,

We are the same body

..

The streets are streaming naked, avoiding the search of the wind

We survive

..

In a quiet place-

our home,

Hidden

It ’s always a child, let them grow by themselves

"poetry"

Or the public,

Or organization,

Make iron cage for you

To catch you

Release

..

You have to run fast, like the champion of sports

If I applaud

Just hit your body

Ashamed voice- ——

..

I don't say a word. You love field, or peaceful manor

If I capture you--

How hard

Relax?

..

We are here,

In their hearts

"poetry"

When I describe you,

Woman

Like a dew on the green leaf

It's different from the sun

View

..

People want to ask for your photos. I draw you,

Can't draw that kind of charm

..

They found another woman,

Discussion with me-

Body

..

It's nothing more than the outline I can't draw. Even today

Cosmetic,

I can't see gender

..

But I only love you one,

It's not you

I don't know either

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Author: "Selection of Sleeping Poems" Elected to the poet: Eagle Eye

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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