The flowers I brought you
on that starlit night
were like fragments of delicate dreams,
glorious in their tenderness.
Yet you,
in your innocent wisdom,
dismissed them with a smile
and took me to where dreams are made instead.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
The flowers I brought you
on that starlit night
were like fragments of delicate dreams,
glorious in their tenderness.
Yet you,
in your innocent wisdom,
dismissed them with a smile
and took me to where dreams are made instead.
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