She irrigated a forest full of roses , in back of his mind.
She situate a ship on the blue ocean , in deepest down of his eyes.
She was always a creator of new feelings .
She was always having such a different whiff .
She was just elegantly hallowed .
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Wendy House
Poetry" Once apon a time, the bygone was draw breathing in front of our eyes but soon we perceived that they passed through our eyelashes , like a wind rushed through ". -------------------------------------------- Another poetry ... Hope you all enjoy r...
