butterflies of picture books
fly around in my daughter's dreams
oh, my tears have just turned into pearls
let my child not hold grief again
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Moonlit [POETRY]
Poetry❝Bring me ten billion whales. And then I shall stop loving you.❞ Poems woven out of dreams #1 in poetry [26th June '22]
unwell
butterflies of picture books
fly around in my daughter's dreams
oh, my tears have just turned into pearls
let my child not hold grief again