Let it not be as beautiful as lilies
The scent of the afternoon
Leave it not like jasmine
Beautiful all day
I really want it
Will not carelessly defend my hand
Will be graceful with my principles
Through my determination and all my grace.
Until now my buds are still alone
Let me be holy with thorns
Let the buds not die first
Without consolation there is no companion
I'm still waiting
Good hands hug me
When courage is able to take care of me
And I bow my leaves.
@calmsoul
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