She was a red tulip, which was taken by the gardener too early, because she was so fragile to be there.
She was a fresh air for the suffocating breath.
She was a beautiful smile; fainted in the cloud.
She was a pure heart for the forbidden life.
She was a blossom for the neglected beauty.
She was a sincere touch for the moonlight.
She was a shining star in the solid dark.
She was an art of God for the desired land.
She was a sense of love for the broken hearts.
SaloumeNakhsaz
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