Apr 30
another sun to burn a fire in me,
to shake the frozen lake down to its core
she's young but once she was an ancient tree,
she's not a flower anymore.
to shake the frozen lake down to its core
she's young but once she was an ancient tree,
she's not a flower anymore.
the reckoning of nature, and the nurture you beckon
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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