Her Smile
There is a song that warms me
There is a rhythm that tickles me.
There is a poem that romances me,
There is a portrait that is enslaving to me.
There is a star that winks at me, only at me it
seems,
There is a breeze that serenades seductively to
me, only to me it seems.
Gerry Sikazwe
Picture By: Vantage Point
Model: Angelina Shamz
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