I imagine- in the darkest shadows of midnight-
a garden enchanted by the magic of pixie dust.
Here, love is a blossoming rose eager to open
it’s petals; underneath, we are the soil, allowing it grow.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
I imagine- in the darkest shadows of midnight-
a garden enchanted by the magic of pixie dust.
Here, love is a blossoming rose eager to open
it’s petals; underneath, we are the soil, allowing it grow.
