guzalisolomon
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Just Before Her Wedding Day. My eyes brightened in a dark eld, Where trees were swaying in late hours. A night, when the stars cease to be, And the moon welcomes the deep of it. It was marred coition who darkened that day, Even the little ant were desperate for the morning... – *by Solomon Guzali*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Just Before Her Weeding Day. My eyes brightened in a dark age, Where trees were sighing in late hours, A night when the stars cease to be, And the moon welcomes the deep of it, It was marred coition who darkened that day, Even the little ant were desperate for the morning... – *by Solomon Guzali*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating

My eyes brightened in a dark eld,
Where trees were swaying in late hours.
A night, when the stars cease to be,
And the moon welcomes the deep of it.
It was marred coition who darkened that day,
Even the little ant were desperate for the morning...

– by Solomon Guzali

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Just Before Her Weeding Day.

My eyes brightened in a dark age,
Where trees were sighing in late hours,
A night when the stars cease to be,
And the moon welcomes the deep of it,
It was marred coition who darkened that day,
Even the little ant were desperate for the morning...

– by Solomon Guzali

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