A wimp rose walk lightly. Excuses herself of seasons glory. It’s not and not time still. To bloom my bud hail A rose must be beautiful A rose must be fresh A rose must not wither So long a ro…
Source: APRIL’s spring
A wimp rose walk lightly. Excuses herself of seasons glory. It’s not and not time still. To bloom my bud hail A rose must be beautiful A rose must be fresh A rose must not wither So long a ro…
Source: APRIL’s spring