I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees. Pablo Neruda
Confusing between the petals wings of birds. Masaoka Shiki
All silence of the earth are your flower petals. Marguerite Yourcenar
Your mouth in my mouth, rose petals. Rosana
Meat awake, feel the bars of his prison. At night a drunken prostitute walks down a dark street, spreading the fragments of a song like petals. Lawrence Durrell
And tomorrow outbreak of spring ...
take cover.
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