hidayet :
Summer has come, butterflies are flying, bees are making honey, ants are working, birds are rising to the sky, the beauty of green is everywhere, I planted roses in the garden, the roses grew, I waited but you did not come, my love, autumn has come, the rose dried up, you became my broken branch, my rose-scented lover. I step on the ground, I walk on the ground. Will time leave me to you? Will he leave you to me in the mortal world? I got lost in your coal black eyes, butterfly, I can't find my way, I burned in your heart, I caught fire. A red rose petal between two lips. The rose petal falls to the bottom. The way of love is the language of the poet.
air, water, fire earth My nayme is Şair. international 🫵.butterfly.........👈&.🦋.🦋.🦋.🦋
2026-06-07 21:17:45