there is a girl
who wears flowers in her hair.
she is different from everyone else.
she has stars in her eyes,
and she speaks
of a world where the sun shines
every day.
she talks of a world
where there is only laughter
and joy
and love.
there was a girl
who wore flowers in her hair.
they say that she was different from
all the rest.
even when she
was locked in an unforgiving, stone tower,
her eyes still danced as she spoke
of a better world.
when they buried her,
she still wore flowers in her hair.
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Historia Corta♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
