was there by any chance
that whoever created love
was looking at you that time?
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
YOU ARE READING
A Flowerbed for Romantics
PuisiThe chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For e...
