LexcI.

Like a red tinge,
the apples are ripe.

Like a red tinge,
the orchid florets fracturing.

And like a redblush,
facial dusk horizon.

That's also a red tinge,
which broke out on her face every laugh.

Because the life blood gushing streaks,
runs through the entire vein vessels,
in the face of ivory.

She' a, women silk, supple, and soft.
But the power of the sword swiped sharp face.

Women' silk, smooth, and supple,
yet is able to shimmy dance in a storm.

Such as porcelain,
it in the majesty of the secret,
silent himself upright.

Seemingly delicate hollow,
but has been forged
in the furnace of fire.

And it is fully occupied,
it by solid rigors of silence.

Author's Note

I'm new.
Thanks for reading.
I appreciate it.
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