There was a sweet scent
of cinnamon
in the autumn's air
during the early afternoon,
when the first human instinct
was born out of the breath of her
love.
- A mother's love
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The Stars Are Made Of Dust
ПоэзияThe Stars Are Made Of Dust - A collection of poems about a little girl who wanted to be okay. She was a child too scared to live a teenager that didn't want to live she became a woman thrilled to live the entire potential of what life is. - Untold...
Part I - There are no fairy tales
There was a sweet scent
of cinnamon
in the autumn's air
during the early afternoon,
when the first human instinct
was born out of the breath of her
love.
- A mother's love
