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Who moved the strings of the blossoms
You know what. In a previous life I was a fleeting flower. The momentary life to perceive the ebullience of the wind. I opened the fragrance of a lover's eyes and absorbed your warm, melancholy gaze. You pity the pity of a flower that is easy to pass away, so that I in this life to step through the sea of persistence, to find the figure of your fantasy dream.
By BlossomParker2 years ago in Fiction