Once upon a time
Love was sweeter than waiting.
Love was freedom and victory.
The moon was at the time of fission.
Where was the moon and the day?
Thirst in the night was to hook and wait for your lover in bed.
Love was red in the form of a bow and arrow in the dress.
Love was the taste of pistachios and the color of saffron.
The moon was acting symbiotically with the roses on the cheeks of the lovers.
Take my love and nostalgia, the female lover reminded her male lover in reminiscent.
Take my love over the years, the opulence of its sweet memoirs.
Once upon a time, it was in the time of love and art.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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