The wrinkles of Sorrows that blows through her pages, the silent adaptation of different places, fits through a crowd invisible to her own reality, hurting under the mystery of a tragic life story. Lily roses and daisies they bloom, but she's a paper Blossom underneath stairs that she groom. She worries she consider of a better life. That the flowers of the earth are having a great time. But deep in her heart she will always love forever. When the Petals of Life dropped in the mystery of time. One day she will see that they need a paper Bloom and that's time is a secret and it's coming real soon she cries she breaks down and Wonder In Fear. Hoping that another paper blossom will dry er tears. Paper blossoms the ones that don't grow in Spring, but she last river through the years that she brings.
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Tales of Leole
PoetryTales of the bright and wonder of a romantic and morning life. from different stories brought to life by the one and only Leole.
