this is the season of blossoming. every floret growing in this flower garden blooms with vivid petals and the difference between us sets my petals to a dreary shade. but we are flowers whose destinies are to grow and so when the clock struck twelve in the anticipation of spring, we grew together in different heights. we dominated the world with our soft colors and all that is mirk in the world mellowed down.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
