The air brushes through her soft, dark hair.
Smiling, she gazes at the wild, blooming trees.
I had not felt this happiness in a long time.
Longing not only for the man who was the spring breeze in my hair,
but the love that he would bring me.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
The air brushes through her soft, dark hair.
Smiling, she gazes at the wild, blooming trees.
I had not felt this happiness in a long time.
Longing not only for the man who was the spring breeze in my hair,
but the love that he would bring me.
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