Истории 2017iamapoet

Through the language of flowers here are poems of love and loss, friendship and trust, innocence and hurt. we all have gardens within us that tell more stories than our mouths can, where each person is a flower forever blooming. -h/l (🌷) T h a n k Y o u f o r r e a d i n g !

A collection of nocturnal thoughts. Powered by overthinking. Sparked by heart-break. ( thank you for reading ! 🌷)