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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