Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
hung in the doorway
of the temple of night,
please ring before entering
This flower almost belong to mankind.
Gongratulations for this marvelous piece of art.
Trade ever so softly/ slightest noise may jar/ the emerging fragrance/ this prayer of innocence/ is so fragile.
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