Like our garland, our love and memories also withered...
PS-this came to my mind a few days back, and it has no connection with anyone
“In the lion’s den, petals fall and smiles scream.”
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
“My little princess doesn’t belong to the withered heart of the night, unless that night burns out again of stories and magic.”
🥇FIRST PLACE WINNER of @enchantedink ‘s “Poetry Contest”; prompt: “nig...
a poem about youth,Hebe's gift for us since we were born,but disappeared as we shriveled and died
This one is for u @queenoctober!!!!!!
Flowers hide themselves when feeling they aren't good enough. Everyone hides themselves behind there own blooming effect.
https://hellopoetry.com/u740525/
Like our garland, our love and memories also withered...
PS-this came to my mind a few days back, and it has no connection with anyone
“In the lion’s den, petals fall and smiles scream.”
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
“My little princess doesn’t belong to the withered heart of the night, unless that night burns out again of stories and magic.”
🥇FIRST PLACE WINNER of @enchantedink ‘s “Poetry Contest”; prompt: “nig...
a poem about youth,Hebe's gift for us since we were born,but disappeared as we shriveled and died
This one is for u @queenoctober!!!!!!
Flowers hide themselves when feeling they aren't good enough. Everyone hides themselves behind there own blooming effect.
https://hellopoetry.com/u740525/
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