It’s old now. But inside, the words still scream your memories. Good ones. They are all flattering dandelion puffs- written full of grace, wishing they fly out and onto your shoulder. I will thrive until the last sunrise.
It’s old now. But inside, the words still scream your memories. Good ones. They are all flattering dandelion puffs- written full of grace, wishing they fly out and onto your shoulder. I will thrive until the last sunrise.