Dec 2023
A kiss to waver all contempt away,
a lovely flavour that no flower could convey.
To pluck its petals, like the strumming of a lyre,
a song, ephemeral but the loveliest of choirs.
a lovely flavour that no flower could convey.
To pluck its petals, like the strumming of a lyre,
a song, ephemeral but the loveliest of choirs.
to all those who make my heart sing
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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