Misfortune came quickly.
Her name was Maria.
Her face is covered with freckles, her hair is curly but long, her eyes are the color of azure, as bright as her smile.
The child who was the happiness of the sun wished to disappear into the darkness, cutting off his wavy hair, painting his face with dark paint. She tried to get rid of her usual happiness, which itself moved away from her.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
My fantasy box
RandomI will post here some of my stories or poems ------------------------------------------- Я буду выставлять сюда некоторые свои рассказы или стихи. В большей части, они будут на английском
