Under the moon
The same goes for you
As the night falls with the tears
That are no more there to cry like hearts
They rain down from thin air and eventually come back together like raindrops in the clouds and then end up like butterfly wings.
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The HeartBeat Of The Rose Petals
Short StoryShe watered them as she called me flowers and her name was Rosyred and she may have watered only the thorns instead of the petals but the next day she watered the rose petals of her heartbeat the one that beats for you and you may covered your face...
