Every story of her love
Begins with the flower
Of rose petals
Under a BlueMoon.
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The ocean is my current and I am the reality
PoetryThe sea opened like a flame And then broke the glass of the picture frame And all the pieces fell on the floor Except for the rose who wanted nothing More than to piece the heart of the story back together But except these two lovers Were the...
Every story starts with rose petals
Every story of her love
Begins with the flower
Of rose petals
Under a BlueMoon.
