Cinnamon
Moroccan rose10/19/2024
Helena1411
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Only and so much more
Just cinnamon and Moroccan rose ...
Peach juice flows like nectar over your gray mind, a little balm for your maltreated soul, whose bittersweet tears are absorbed by the spicy plum haze and carried away to distant lands where the sun rises before you, where the cinnamon dust paints dune landscapes as fine as desert sand against a warm ambient sun, where your invisible pain drifts away.
Small carnations flash like stars in the dark sky of your thoughts, the cinnamon landscapes glow golden beneath them, while the tart, fruity peach stream meanders gently through foreign climes and carries all your grief locked deep within you.
The thorns of the burgundy rose can no longer hurt you, it is so far in your past that it is only a distant premonition that beds your memory like velvet.
You let yourself be carried, cinnamon-golden bedded, clove-spicy illuminated, peach-lovely flowing, plum-warm blown, rose-velvety remembered,
with your pain, with your grief, with your memory.
Only cinnamon and Moroccan rose ..
Peach juice flows like nectar over your gray mind, a little balm for your maltreated soul, whose bittersweet tears are absorbed by the spicy plum haze and carried away to distant lands where the sun rises before you, where the cinnamon dust paints dune landscapes as fine as desert sand against a warm ambient sun, where your invisible pain drifts away.
Small carnations flash like stars in the dark sky of your thoughts, the cinnamon landscapes glow golden beneath them, while the tart, fruity peach stream meanders gently through foreign climes and carries all your grief locked deep within you.
The thorns of the burgundy rose can no longer hurt you, it is so far in your past that it is only a distant premonition that beds your memory like velvet.
You let yourself be carried, cinnamon-golden bedded, clove-spicy illuminated, peach-lovely flowing, plum-warm blown, rose-velvety remembered,
with your pain, with your grief, with your memory.
Only cinnamon and Moroccan rose ..
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