oh to be in paris with my soulmate, especially at night when the stars are sparkling above us while the moon is giving its light as we stroll by the river.
or maybe even hide under a willow tree as we creating little memories and after that, we will run through the field of grass in front of the eiffel tower who's shimmering like it's made of a thousand fireflies creating lights to give us life.
oh to be in paris with my soulmate,
especially at night.
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My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
