Abeer

by Butterfly Dance   Oct 31, 2007


She's the smell of the redolence.
When it's spreed in the air.
Mom named her after she was born.
When I asked her what it means.
She simply said "it's the smell of the flowers my dear".
Peaceful, romantic is her nature.
She likes to be called Abeer.
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It's nice to have a name that no one has.

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