I never feel low
but in flow.
I smell your skin
as the fragrance of
fresh wind
passing through cocoa tree.
I feel drench
as under fresh water rivulet
when you are upon me.
What you focus
"Your thoughts are the brushstrokes that paint the canvas of your reality. What you focus on is what will eventually grow and shape t...
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