She was a garden,
She was a dark garden of wilting flowers,
She was an abandoned garden full of chaos;
And eventually she became an empty garden.
But then he came to her,
He came to her with red roses,
He filled her garden with growing roses,
He made people to call her garden beautiful,
He made her to be proud of her garden;
However, alas, the roses were thorny.
-beautiful things come with risky consequences, be aware of that-
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Tales of A Libra
PoesiaThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
