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Jul 5
Who does not know
that a rose is happiness
and seeing a rose is happiness

that passes?
You are the blushing happiness
that I watch

For whomever you
open your petals
it is also for me

Happiness wells up in me
I myself unfold
through you
Collection "Without reserve"
Zywa
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Zywa
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