I find you, where the flowers grow, in the midst of spring, where the black birds sing. Through the tides of fear and the ridge of doubt, I find you sitting in the valleys sprout. Amounts the poppies and the new found canopies, surrounded by fey, in a land where there’s neither night nor day. -G.Michelle
I find you, where the flowers grow, in the midst of spring, where the black birds sing. Through the tides of fear and the ridge of doubt, I find you sitting in the valleys sprout. Amounts the poppies and the new found canopies, surrounded by fey, in a ... stories
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I find you, where the flowers grow, in the midst of spring, where the black birds sing. Through the tides of fear and the ridge of doubt, I find you sitting in the valleys sprout. Amounts the poppies and the new found canopies, surrounded by fey, in a land where there’s neither night nor day. -G.Michelle

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