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Gnarled, spindly fingers,
Silver hair, glassy eyes.
True love never dies...
Withered bodies, sorrowful hearts,
Broken minds, ravaged souls.
True love never dies...
Dagger, venom, sword or firearm,
Stabbed, poisoned, hacked or shot.
True love never dies...
Arbutuses, Camellias, Daffodils,
Bleeding Hearts, Forget-Me-Nots.
True love never dies...
Whether it's a mother's love,
Or a sister's for her lost brother.
Truly, true love never ever dies...
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The Mysterious Language of Flowers
PoésieEvery flower has a name, every name has a story, every story has a beginning and every beginning has an end. A collection of short poems. Book to be published soon. Only first 5 chapters are available for your reading pleasure. Thank you for everyth...
