Beautiful Poem by an unknown poet …

In your loving hands
I'm just a rustling sound,
I’m the leaves.

A kiss from your warm lips,
evokes a fragrance
that tells me; you will stay with me
It evokes a fragrance
that tells me; our night is passing.

In your loving hands
I become light
And above the gloomy day,
I shine like a green moon.
But ,
you suddenly feel my lips are red,
with the taste of blood salt
which flows from it.

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