Elite's Poetry

Blue roses in a count; One, dancing in the dream it will happen Two, waiting for a show at night Three, write an eternal story like; Sapardi One, two, three happy is a must, There will be mortal But, Flowers grow not too early though continue to be watered When the distance come over On the fourth count, do not be sad Because, I am your lover You are my beloved Like the sun’s ouster Like the waves in the ocean Like the God to the Prophet If there is no language in this world You are the first language that I create in the count of the eternal verses of poetry; By Salsabila Novma Alhakim (J1A016065) ❤️

Pheromones in january The heart goes in the body The bonds of two people began to strengthen The heart meets her partner and begins to bind Pheromones in february The heart starts to run in the body The bond of two people getting stronger The brain begins to follow like a heart Pheromones in march The brain starts to dance The bond pounding on the peak Three months of pheromones dancing on the bodies of two people By Salsabila Novma (J1A016065)