❝ Rakes up a pile of leaves,

She goes there and there

Liquid from our skin,

Falling down her forehead

Like waterfalls.

Shining so does her orbs

Seeing a man

Faded green landed on coal black,

Held desire and want

A wanting so deep

But true.

Smiling I came out

Held their hands with no doubt,

I am like their little cab

A petal is soft and real,

Which defines a family's true love. ❞

- neechanrinMi