When did I write about love last?

Open field of lavenders
decorated with purple dreams
filled with smoky scent
from the sprigs
broken between our skin
Perhaps
that’s enough
to make the moon
pregnant

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Author: Cassa Bassa

šŸ‡¦šŸ‡ŗšŸ‡ØšŸ‡³ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitĀ child šŸ˜Š

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