Thursday, 20 September 2018

April

It was late April,
I was walking,
The leaves had turned yellow,
As I passed by,
I saw her,
I felt my lips slowly touching hers,
But stopped myself,
Feeling a little shy,
I offered her my lipstick,
Her lips were very dry....

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