His heart and love are between her hands like an artist’s brush, like a bird song, like the hymn of the morning, and flowers blooming, the more he get closer to her purple fragrance, the more he smells her scent.
His heart and love are between her hands like an artist’s brush, like a bird song, like the hymn of the morning, and flowers blooming, the more he get closer to her purple fragrance, the more he smells her scent.