The Rose,
by J. W. Cassandra
I am the former promise:
I am your fragrance, your wish,
I am the Rose of Heaven,
I am you soul and you remember:
I was born from kiss of the spring breeze,
I was born from the kiss of the moonlight,
I was born from the kiss of sunshine:
I will be your secret dream, shy…
25/05. 2019., by J. W. Cassandra
